Chapter 471

The Prison Planet

... Creeping over to the dark bundle, she knelt and raised the corner of the saber-tooth skins, only to focus on an eye staring back at her. A second before she screamed, the chicken made a sound and she remembered that Junior slept with Morales. Scooping the sleepy little chicken up, she put him on the other side of the man where Junior made another sound before burrowing under the skins again.

She had done everything in slow motion since getting out of the sleeping bag, and she continued her stealthy movements until she was finally under the skins with him. An inch at a time, she squirmed closer.

The heavy skins, with their thick fur, pressed down on her. Already, she felt warmer, but her breasts and back were still cold. You wouldn’t be cold, Stupid, if you would wear a shirt to bed. You’ve never had a problem wearing sleepwear on other expeditions. Oh, sure, you sleep in just panties back at the base, but you have your own room there. Face it, Girl, it’s too frigging cold to do that here in the cave, but you do it anyway, mostly in hopes of flashing him from time to time. And just how stupid is that? You’re teasing a man convicted of murder.

But he’s a nice guy, she argued again. There’s nothing in his file about his having abused women. And yeah, he used whores, but they were high-priced call girls, not just street tramps.

While she was arguing with herself, she inched closer. She had thought she wasn’t quite close enough, but suddenly her cold nipples touched his warm back.

They both sucked in a breath.

“You’re faking it. You weren’t asleep at all,” she accused.

“And just what was I supposed to do when you dispossessed Junior of his place and slipped under the skins?” he asked, reasonably.

“I’m frigging freezing,” she whined.

“Well, I can tell that. There are two points of ice in the middle of my back. You’re here now,” he said with a chuckle, “so snuggle up and get warm.”

“I am snuggling, but now my back is cold, too,” she said before thinking the subject through.

He rolled over, put an arm under her neck, her head resting on his shoulder, and put a leg over hers, his other arm pulling her close. “Better?” he asked, his face buried in her hair.

She suddenly forgot about being cold as she felt a hard lump pushing against her groin.

“Morales, honest,” she whispered, “I didn’t come over here for...”

“Hush,” he quietly said, “and go back to sleep, or go back to your bed if you want. I’m not going to rape you if that’s what you’re worried about. The erection; I can’t help.”

Her mind seemed to go blank of anything else as it focused on that hard lump pressing against her, and she finally whispered, “Thank you. I’ll just stay for a little while.”

She felt the rumble of a chuckle in his chest as much as she heard it aloud.

It’s so warm with him holding me like this, and ... it feels so ... wonderful, so right – but I’ll just stay a little while, she told herself.

Morales, his cock harder than he could ever remember it being, heard her quiet breathing change as she drifted off. Oh, great. Now those fantastic tits of hers are pressed against my chest and my cock is within inches of her pussy with the only thing separating us being a couple layers of thin material, and she goes to sleep. I should yank her panties down and fuck the shit out of her, but dammit, she trusts me. I can’t believe she’s crawled in here just to tease me. Oh, I’ve begun to believe she gets a kick out of giving me a glimpse every now and then, but then again, maybe they’re just pity flashes because she knows I’ll never see a woman again after she leaves.

Shit. Even though she has her tits pressed against my chest, she hasn’t actually done anything sexual. She hasn’t touched my cock or even tried to kiss me, just snuggled up and went to sleep. There certainly isn’t any doubt that she was cold. Her nipples were like points of ice against my back, but dammit, they’re all warmed up now and the hard points are gone, just warm, firm titties pressed against my chest.

This is the best chance, maybe the only chance, you’ll have to fuck for the rest of your life, he told himself. All I have to do is push her panties aside, or pull them off, and slide my dick into her. Fuck, I’m about to come in my shorts, anyway. It would only take a minute to fill her little pussy. But, dammit, it would be rape. I’m a shithead, but I’m not a rapist shithead. If she touches my cock, though, she’s gonna get it pushed up her, but until she does ... Ah, fuck it. I’ll jerk off the next time I go to the ice cave for meat.

He lay there trying to go back to sleep, but his mind wouldn’t shut off, nor would his dick go down. Face it, Asshole. She’s different. I can’t fuck this woman against her will. But you’re a fucking lifer, dickhead. What difference would it make? he tried to tell himself. But he knew what difference it would make. She would probably hate me, might well signal the General to take her back to Earth where I would never see her again. I just can’t risk that. She says she isn’t in a hurry to go back, and there is still the column area to explore further, and then the main cave as well. She certainly doesn’t seem to be in a hurry, and she’s only worked on her thesis a time or two. Maybe she will stay, at least, several months.

His right arm was going to sleep with her lying on it, and he wanted to roll to his back, but he wouldn’t disturb her. If I wake her, she’ll probably go back to her sleeping bag. I’ll never have this again, so I’m damn sure not going to screw it up, but dammit, I sure would like to kiss those nipples and cup her breasts in my hands. She’s mentioned men, and the implication is that she’s not a virgin, but I wonder just how experienced she actually is. Not very, would be my guess, but then again, I don’t know much about women. Oh, I’ve fucked a good many call girls, but it was just a business proposition to them, although they did treat me well, and some of them even stayed over and ate breakfast with me. I tried my best to make love to them, and they taught me some things about how to please a woman. Unfortunately, I never found anyone to try it out on – well, other than more call girls.

Shit, I need to pee, but there’s no way I’m going to wake her and risk losing this, and the way we’re lying all wound up together, it’s impossible to move without waking her.

Time drifted on, and he must have gone to sleep, because the next thing he knew, she was lightly kissing him on his lips. “Thank you. That was the best sleep I can remember ever having.”

Suddenly, it dawned on him that his cock had slipped out of his undershorts during his sleep and was firmly pushed between her legs.

“Not yet,” she whispered as she kissed him again while squeezing her legs hard against his cock. This time, the kiss had a hint of passion. Suddenly moving away, she said with a sigh, “I really want to, but there are some things I need to think about first. I hope...”

“Ssshhh,” he said, cutting her off as he kissed her forehead. “I don’t expect anything. Just to have you with me for a time is way more than I deserve. And not to be too melodramatic, but I certainly enjoyed the last few hours.”

After another quick, but hard kiss, she rolled away, slid out from under the skins and hurried to get her clothes for the day. He had a perfect opportunity to, at least, see her naked ass and maybe more as she dressed, but he just closed his eyes and thought while his arm, now free of her weight, tingled with returning blood.

What the fuck have you gotten yourself into this time? he asked himself. You didn’t fuck her, even with that golden opportunity she provided. She’ll be gone in a few months, at most, and you’ll never see a naked woman again, let along get a chance to fuck one. Then what he had been denying, hit him like a freight train, I don’t want to fuck her. I want to make love to her. You stupid idiot; I think you’ve fallen in love with her. “Oh, shit,” he mumbled, not realizing he had said it aloud until she responded.

“What?”

“Oh, uh, I just realized how bad I need to pee,” he said, hoping she wouldn’t, somehow, read his mind. That thought scared him. Somehow, I communicate with Lobo and Lila, but I damn sure don’t need it happening with Jasmine. If she ever hears my trashy thoughts, she’ll be gone as soon as she can get the General’s people to move her back to Earth.

“Well, get up and go for it,” she said with a giggle. “I’ll turn my back. I need to put some more wood on the fire, anyway.”

He really did need to pee, so he slipped out from under the skins, jerked on his clothes and grabbed his weapons.

“It was snowing when I went out during the night.”

“Great,” he griped. “All we need is more snow.”

He didn’t notice whether she peeked while he was dressing or not. He hurried through the door and slid it closed behind him, then stopped at the end of the passageway. He was tempted to stand there and piss out into the storm. Shit, I’m not that sloppy yet. But he knew that he might have anyway if Jasmine hadn’t been there. Just as well. I don’t need to smell up the entrance. Suck it up and get your morning constitutional done while you are out here.

A few minutes later, he, like Jasmine, sucked in a breath as he dropped his pants. The swirling snow driven by a brisk wind stung his face and butt as well. Much to his dismay, the snow was even beginning to accumulate in his shorts. I will get the privy done so we can get in out of this to do our business. Shit, my dick is already cold.

The snow continued to come down, sometimes with seemingly impossibly big flakes. When he finished his business, he shook most of the snow out of his shorts and yanked them and his pants up. The few flakes left in his underwear promptly began to melt against his ass. There wasn’t much, but what there was made for some damp and cold shorts against his balls.

He was finishing fastening his clothes when Jasmine came out. The wolves, having come out with him, bounded over to slide to a stop beside her. After dancing around Jasmine as if they hadn’t seen her in forever, they continued to bound through the snow in great leaps, sliding, digging in the snow to throw showers at each other and generally showing off for the young woman.

After finding a spot, she began loosening her clothes. Morales turned his back, but stayed until she was ready to go back inside. Walking up to him, she put an arm around his waist, snuggling close. Without thinking, he put his arm around her in return. “You’re not going to try to work in this today, are you?” she asked while motioning to the heavy, windblown snowfall that was making a swirl of white around them.

He let out a sigh. “This is exactly the reason I need to get our outhouse built, but there’s no way I’m going to try to work in this.”

“Good. You talked about being safe and what could happen to you if you should have a major injury. You can’t cut down trees with the wind gusting this hard, and as soon as you bring a stripped log out in this, it’s going to be covered in snow, making it too slick to handle safely.”

Morales didn’t totally agree with the last part of that statement, but it was hard to see much of anything in the driving snow, and mistakes could be catastrophic when you were moving logs around.

Now, where did Lobo and Lila go? he wondered.

Lobo. Lila. Where the hell did you two get to? We need to get back inside, he thought. Almost immediately, the wolves came crashing out of the bushes, their bodies mostly white with all the snow they had accumulated while playing. Only then did he realize that he had not called them aloud.

As they walked down the entranceway, Jasmine turned to him. “What’s wrong? You have an odd look on your face.”

“I just ... Uh, nothing.”

“Are you mad at me for sneaking into your bed last night? I’m sorry. It won’t...”

Almost in a panic that she was going to say she wouldn’t do it again, he blurted out, “Hush,” he said while pulling her to him. “I wasn’t thinking about that, and to be truthful, it was about the best thing that’s ever happened to me. It was ... just great,” he finished feebly.

Lobo and Lila were waiting at the door when it dawned on Morales what might happen, but he didn’t have time to warn Jasmine, managing to get out only, “No...” before the wolves shook themselves – again.

Laughing, the two humans brushed each other off, but they weren’t nearly as efficient as the wolves had been. Morales was laughing so hard he didn’t bother to scold the wolves, but he was highly suspicious that Lobo and Lila had planned the snow shower.

Lobo pushed the door open, and they all went inside, but Morales was now becoming even more certain the snow shower had been deliberate, because of the quiet chuffing the wolves were making.