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explored each other, and their eyes never broke contact. Ch’kara felt the hardness growing between Lam’s legs.
When she slipped her hand inside his tunic and touched his chest, shivers of pleasure flooded his body. He instantly slid his fingers inside her own clothing. The small moan that escaped her when he gathered her soft breasts into his hands was like cool water after a hot day in the field. His hardness pressed against her, and she began to slowly move her hips against it.
With their eyes still locked on each other, and their kisses full of hunger and intensity, she quickly reached down and removed him from his clothing. The heat of it sent her body out of control. She eagerly gathered her skirts, and pressed him inside her.
Their intimate moment did not last long, but the sensations of it lingered on their skin through the night as they slept together, arms wrapped tightly around each other as if nothing else mattered.
• FIFTEEN •
When Ch’kara woke, she knew that something else did matter.
She watched Lam prepare to journey back toward the land of the Gildok tribe, and fought the urge to weep again. There would be plenty of time for that later.
The others of the remnant had now gathered as well. They encircled Lam as they had done when the Shen-Ma had first sat on him and declared him The Seed. He thought of all that had happened between that time and now, and tears once again appeared in his eyes.
He looked to the sky in the hopes his other people would be above him in this journey, but found the sky clear and blue. There were no clouds to be seen.
Terlikk gave no more lectures or speeches. He merely bowed to Lam, and then embraced him. “This is from your mother,” he said. He then embraced him a second time. “And this is from me.”
The other nine followed his example, and Lam was weeping openly by the end.
Wiping his eyes, he turned to Ch’kara. She placed a hand on each side of his face and pulled his head to hers. Forehead to forehead and eye to eye, no words were needed between them. She kissed his lips long and slow before releasing him and stepping back.
Lam looked at them all one by one. “I will return,” he said. “I am of the stars.”
He did not see Terlikk shake his head sadly as he walked into the forest.
The journey back through the trees was full of emotion for Lam. All he had been through, all he had just done, and all he was on his way to do washed over him in waves. But through it all, his mind never wavered from his decision. He had no doubt this was what he was to do.
When he came to his ghost of a village again, he was forced to sit down on a large root. Time passed as he became lost in his flood of thoughts and feelings. He was not aware how long he had been staring at Ric’ua’s hut, but he was not able to bring himself to go near it. Lam was glad the others planned to come here in a couple more days, to build a pyre and lay the bodies of their families to rest properly. It should have been done already, but the remnant was allowing time to pass, to make sure the Gildoks believed there were no survivors, in case they came back to check.
Lam saw no sign that the Gildoks had returned to the village. But why had they done this thing in the first place? He simply could not wrap his mind around it. The Shen-Ma had said it was not because of him, but he felt responsible nevertheless. The violent tribe’s last visit had been because of him, though that had been nearly a year ago.
It had grown to be late afternoon, and the sun had begun its climb down from the sky. He had no specific plan yet of what he would do to the Gildoks, but he would sneak close and begin by observing. The cover of darkness would provide him the ability to watch and listen undetected. Then he would know what could be done.
Lam stood from the root, scooped up a gurja fruit, and headed toward the Gildok land.
What did he hope to accomplish with this mission? What did he expect to do—
When she slipped her hand inside his tunic and touched his chest, shivers of pleasure flooded his body. He instantly slid his fingers inside her own clothing. The small moan that escaped her when he gathered her soft breasts into his hands was like cool water after a hot day in the field. His hardness pressed against her, and she began to slowly move her hips against it.
With their eyes still locked on each other, and their kisses full of hunger and intensity, she quickly reached down and removed him from his clothing. The heat of it sent her body out of control. She eagerly gathered her skirts, and pressed him inside her.
Their intimate moment did not last long, but the sensations of it lingered on their skin through the night as they slept together, arms wrapped tightly around each other as if nothing else mattered.
• FIFTEEN •
When Ch’kara woke, she knew that something else did matter.
She watched Lam prepare to journey back toward the land of the Gildok tribe, and fought the urge to weep again. There would be plenty of time for that later.
The others of the remnant had now gathered as well. They encircled Lam as they had done when the Shen-Ma had first sat on him and declared him The Seed. He thought of all that had happened between that time and now, and tears once again appeared in his eyes.
He looked to the sky in the hopes his other people would be above him in this journey, but found the sky clear and blue. There were no clouds to be seen.
Terlikk gave no more lectures or speeches. He merely bowed to Lam, and then embraced him. “This is from your mother,” he said. He then embraced him a second time. “And this is from me.”
The other nine followed his example, and Lam was weeping openly by the end.
Wiping his eyes, he turned to Ch’kara. She placed a hand on each side of his face and pulled his head to hers. Forehead to forehead and eye to eye, no words were needed between them. She kissed his lips long and slow before releasing him and stepping back.
Lam looked at them all one by one. “I will return,” he said. “I am of the stars.”
He did not see Terlikk shake his head sadly as he walked into the forest.
The journey back through the trees was full of emotion for Lam. All he had been through, all he had just done, and all he was on his way to do washed over him in waves. But through it all, his mind never wavered from his decision. He had no doubt this was what he was to do.
When he came to his ghost of a village again, he was forced to sit down on a large root. Time passed as he became lost in his flood of thoughts and feelings. He was not aware how long he had been staring at Ric’ua’s hut, but he was not able to bring himself to go near it. Lam was glad the others planned to come here in a couple more days, to build a pyre and lay the bodies of their families to rest properly. It should have been done already, but the remnant was allowing time to pass, to make sure the Gildoks believed there were no survivors, in case they came back to check.
Lam saw no sign that the Gildoks had returned to the village. But why had they done this thing in the first place? He simply could not wrap his mind around it. The Shen-Ma had said it was not because of him, but he felt responsible nevertheless. The violent tribe’s last visit had been because of him, though that had been nearly a year ago.
It had grown to be late afternoon, and the sun had begun its climb down from the sky. He had no specific plan yet of what he would do to the Gildoks, but he would sneak close and begin by observing. The cover of darkness would provide him the ability to watch and listen undetected. Then he would know what could be done.
Lam stood from the root, scooped up a gurja fruit, and headed toward the Gildok land.
What did he hope to accomplish with this mission? What did he expect to do—
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