Page 55 of Infala: The Bonding Games
She roused in the middle of the night, almost too warm now that she’d dried off as she slept. Dorrin was a furnace of a man, and she was reaping the benefit of his proximity. Her mind was in a fuzzy, near-dream state as she floated at the edge of waking and slumber where the worries of the day simply didn’t exist. But something was jarring her. Intruding in her calm. And it was close.
Is that— she wondered, her question answered as his hot erection shifted against her ass, his rigid cock even hotter than the rest of him. It was hot, and it wasbig. She moved slightly, pressing back into him and feeling his length pulse slightly against her as she did.
Incredibly, she felt herself get wet in spite of the situation. After all they’d been through, after all the stress and fear, she felt absolutely safe. And the ball of heat quickly forming in her belly was already working its way lower in a most pleasant and surprising way. Her hand started to slide between her legs, herfinger just touching her swollen clit when a thought stopped her short.
They’re still watching us, she realized, wondering where their cameras were situated. Whatever the answer, she was not into that kind of exhibitionism. No matter how subtle she thought she could be, this was not the time or place. She pulled her hand back up and did her best to blank her mind. Morning would come eventually, and she’d need her sleep.
And as she slowly drifted back into an uneasy slumber, she wondered if she’d be enjoying in her dreams what she didn’t dare while under this digital scrutiny. Then the world faded to black as she melted into her partner’s warm embrace.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The lighting had dimmed to the equivalent of a partial moon’s illumination at some point, allowing the less fortunate competitors at least a little to work with as they frantically searched for the checkpoints while avoiding the myriad dangers awaiting them. In that one regard, despite nearly plunging to their deaths and narrowly avoiding a freezing demise, Ziana and Dorrin were fortunate. Not all would get a full night’s sleep, comfortable or not.
Morning came with the light gradually increasing for a little while, allowing the last, exhausted stragglers a final chance to finish their search. The brightening of the cavern was enough to rouse Dorrin from his slumber. He gently pulled away from his partner and dragged their clothing from the rocks. The material hadn’t dried completely overnight—it was freezing down at this level, after all, but despite being damp and cold, their attire at least wasn’t frozen solid. It was a small victory, but the rocks had been warm enough to at least make them less miserable to put on.
The chill on her exposed back roused Ziana from her sleep. She rolled over to the sight of Dorrin’s lengthy cock flapping inthe breeze as he dressed, fastening the closures to his outfit with slow and deliberate movements.
“Ah, you are awake,” he said quietly. “I had hoped to afford you at least a few more minutes of rest.”
“Nah, I’m up,” she replied, rolling to her feet and shuddering from a freezing gust of wind. “Thanks for last night. You really saved my ass.”
He pulled her damp clothes from the rock and handed them over. “We saved each other. I’m just glad we found this glitch in the designers’ plans. I’m sure they’ll rectify it for the next games, but at least, for now, we were able to put it to good use.”
“I’ll say. But that jump from way up there? That was insane. How did you know we’d hit the open spot in the ice?”
He shrugged, but a little cloud of something flashed across his eyes. “Truthfully?”
“Naturally.”
He hesitated a moment. “I didn’t.”
Ziana stopped dressing a moment, frozen in place and not by the cold.
“Youwhat?”
Dorrin shrugged again. “Of course, I had a solid belief we would fall in that spot.”
“But you were justguessing?Our lives on the line and you just winged it?”
“Give the alternatives, I thought it was the least terrible of several bad options.”
Ziana was about to fire off a scathing retort when the air abruptly rang out with the sound of the morning gong.
“The exit is open!” Dorrin exclaimed, quickly closing the last fasteners on his clothes.
Ziana didn’t need to be told to hurry, and her fingers were moving in a blur as she dressed faster than she’d have thought possible given the clammy dampness of her clothing. The rushmade her ignore the cold, clammy feeling of the damp clothes on her skin, and in no time they were ready. They didn’t have the thorny wraps any more having lost them in the fall, which was a handicap, but the keys were safe, tightly sealed up in Dorrin’s pocket.
They had a slight advantage over the others having spent the night on the cold floor of the cavern’s lowest level, but they still had to cover a bit of frozen wasteland to get to the exit door. And the other teams were damn sure racing toward it at that very moment.
“This way is faster,” Dorrin said as they took off running on the icy ground.
He was diverting around the most direct course, but Ziana knew better than to question him by now. He had a plan, and she’d learn it soon enough. As it turned out, the cries of pain breaking the morning’s still air made his selection of course seem better by the minute. Whatever hidden traps the designers had set to spring up as the others closed in on the final race to the exit, no one had expected players to approach from this direction. And though their route was longer, it was also unobstructed, at least not by actual traps, though the ground was difficult to pass at times.
“It’s Galla and Flagro,” Ziana hissed as both the exit as well as their nearest competition came into view.
“I can’t carry you on the ice,” he said, increasing his pace. “Not without the spikes.”
“I’ll keep up. Just run!”
