The animalistic assault brought such a strength in me that I suddenly pushed her aside, switching positions, but my place of potency was soon over as she quickly grabbed my ass, giving herself the right amount of leverage to put herself into a sitting position, with my knees on the bed, on both her sides. She won the battle and I cried out as she pushed two fingers inside of me; I surely wasn’t expecting that, but it was oh-so-amazing. 

I held onto her as if my life depended on it, while she quickened the pace hitting a spot I didn’t know I had. We moved in synchrony. I moved up and down, meeting her fingers half way, I could barely feel my knees anymore; I buried my nails into her shoulders, and I knew she must have loved that from the groan of pleasure that came out of her mouth. 

I pressed my face to her neck, working my mouth on it. I sucked gently and this gave her the ultimate boost of power: pushing me down on my back again, with her fingers still inside, she forced my left leg aside and went on savoring me. 

”Oh my God, Bette” I was squirming by now, and the mixed sensation given by her tongue on my clit and her strong, slender fingers thrusting in, brought me to what I think was the most intense feeling I’ve ever had. 

*

I guess I fell soundly asleep soon after that. I woke up well rested, to what I think was the afternoon light.

”Owww” I winced, as I sat up in the middle of the bed. But I had to chuckle, those were the good pains that follow a very pleasurable work out. 

Though, something didn’t really click right, in that moment. The cave was again too silent, but this time it was nothing like the calm sensation I had that morning. The thought of my father suddenly came crushing down on me and I started to panic. I grabbed the few things scattered on the floor and wore them, right before approaching the exit of the cave. 

I could hear words spoken in that language I had yet to properly learn, but they were spoken by someone else, not Bette. It was a man, more like a giant man and he watched Bette intently, as if he wanted to make sure she understood what he was talking about. 

As he started to speak again, I mistakenly hit a bowl sat on the table on my left with an elbow, making it shattering on the floor: ”Shit!” I uttered under my breath. 

Even though the two of them jumped at the sound, they didn’t bother to turn their heads toward me. Then he gave Bette another of his looks, and walked away. 

I, on the other hand, went back to bed. I was going to act as if nothing had happened; not before thinking about my next move, at least.