Chronos Chronicles 2: Without a Map
Copyright© 2008 by Joan of Acre
Chapter 15
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 15 - Chronos, after helping to save the Kindred women, finds herself on a very different journey. She is among the first human beings that she has seen in over 15 years. This time she must relearn what it means to be human, she finds herself a without a map to guide her only universal sense of what is going on.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Reluctant Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Group Sex Slow
When I return to the cabin, Saul and Nimrod are sitting at the table making lover noises.
"I am going to miss you so much." A Kissing noise that is long and wet. I grin to myself.
"Oh Nim, not as much at I will miss you." more kissing sounds.
They are so cute. I watch them for a minute simply to bask in their love. I wish sometimes that I could have more than physical love. I understand the pleasures of the body. It might be why I always work so hard to find someone compatible, who I can give my body to, but my heart, that I can't give. Will these two beautiful men forgive me for my life? my lie?
I must have made a noise, because Nimrod stops and turns to face me.
"Chronos," his eyes mist over in concern. "What is wrong?"
He comes over and enfolds me in a hug. Tingles, but this time He is trying to heal me. It is not the same. Saul stand and joins us by the door. I am surrounded in the warmth of their love.
"I love you." I tell them. "Can we just stay in bed?" I look up at them imploringly.
"It can't be that bad," Saul says sweetly and he brushes my cheek with a feather light kiss.
"I got into a fight," I say glumly as I confess my guilt. Jutting my jaw out with belligerents that belies my delight at winning against Gunga Din.
"Are you hurt?" Nimrod asks as his concern doubles. He starts to pass his hands over my body. I get tingles.
"No." I finally say to him, when I have enough breath back.
"Sit down, and eat." He leads me over to the table. It looks like they were going to start a meal and were waiting for me to get back.
I sink gratefully into one of the chairs.
They serve me something yummy tasting but I have no idea what it is I am so addled. Saul pours me a glass of some small beer. We sit in peace for a moment after the meal is done.
"I do not think Napoleon is to be trusted." I blurt out.
The men both suck in their breaths with shock. Nimrod looks defeated when he lets his out. Saul only looks worried.
"There is an anger in him," Nimrod confesses to us sadly.
"Not anymore," I warn him. "it is hate now. Of you and anyone with you?"
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