7 comments/ 14491 views/ 21 favorites Flight of the Forbidden By: intothevoid Author's note/disclaimer. This story is on the lighter side of non con. The early chapters especially are a tad reluctant but mostly consensual. The non con will come into play more strongly a little further into it. Also if you're looking for the more violent, physical torture, this is probably not the best story for you. Lots of contest of wills and fatal attraction stuff though. Also a bit of sci-fi woven in here. Otherwise, happy reading and feel free to leave me some gentle feedback since this is my first submission here. ***** The morning sun hazed lazily through the thinning fog in the massive trees that lined the community border. The beauty of it only added to Shara's excitement as she pedaled her bike to her secret destination and she let the warmth of the sun soak into her skin like a welcoming embrace. She turned her bike off of the main path and into the thickness of the trees until it grew so dense that she had to abandon it. She laid it next to a familiar tree, pausing as she felt the tingling of power that signaled sensitives to a live ship, moments before she actually heard and felt its massive roar as it flew overhead. She watched, mesmerized by its awesome power, her senses humming with the need to feel that release. It sucked her in, holding her captive to the need to fly. She was born for that. She knew it with every fiber of her being. As the rumble of the live ship faded, she shook herself from her trance, more determined than ever to see her mission through. The forgotten gate creaked open when she pushed against it. With a slight fear that someone might have heard the sound, signaling her invasion into this place filled with remnants of battles only recently abandoned, she whipped her head around to scan the desolate graveyard of what was once fleet upon fleet of live ships, their commanders now dead. Satisfied that she was as alone as ever, she set upon her task to gather another round of parts for her own secret creation. ******** The morning sun glowed through her scarlet curls, conjuring up all sorts of flowery scents that he was sure they would smell of. His hands twitched with the need to touch one to see if it was as silky as it looked. She danced through the plane boneyard as though she followed a tune that only her ears could hear. Perhaps she did. He could have watched her all day and been almost content. But he had decided it was time for action. He'd already spent too many days in silent appreciation of this delicate beauty. Times had calmed enough that it wasn't so forbidden now for his people to commune with hers. Besides, he had enough dirt to blackmail her with if she didn't return his interest. Yes. This was his day. He smiled darkly. ******** "Can I ask what you're doing here?" A masculine voice jarred Shara from her latest find, causing her to drop a chunk of metal, barely missing her foot. That pissed her off. "What does it matter?" She retorted hotly, whipping around to glare holes into pale grey eyes. Oh crap. She cringed mentally. This had to be a Pilot. Could her luck have been any worse? Everything about him screamed power. He didn't look too old though, maybe she would be lucky and he hadn't inherited a title yet. He watched her falter for a moment as she took in his appearance and regained her confidence. The fire he saw in her made him hungry. He shrugged. "This is forbidden property. I need to know why you're in here before I report you." "Report me?" She sputtered, now realizing the gravity of her situation. "Who are you to report me and for what? I'm only looking around." She stuck out a lip and frowned, wondering if she really would get in trouble today. She was so close to having a complete unit. But he couldn't possibly know that. He smiled sadly, feigning sympathy, though he knew he had her where he wanted. "This yard is under my care. I've let you sneak in and out with parts stuffed into your bag. I've seen you drag whole panels out of here." He watched her face fill with chagrin. Betrayal. How could she feel betrayed if they didn't even know each other? He almost laughed. She was so young and innocent. Her heart beat frantically as he walked closer to her. So calm and cool. She held her chin up proudly, keeping her own cool. "What will you do?" She whispered. "I—I can make payments." She said, hopeful, while trying to sneak glances to the sides to look for an escape route. He must have sensed her need for flight, as he grabbed her hand, forcing her eyes to meet his. "I want to know what you're doing with it all." He shrugged again, honest curiosity shining in his cool eyes. She knew she was in deep. What could she tell him? The truth? Wouldn't that get her in more trouble? He was clearly of Avrarian decent. Surely he wouldn't have much interest in Tempian politics and hierarchies. "I—I can't say." He squeezed her hand; just enough to let her knew he was serious. "You're trespassing, girl. Not only in unauthorized areas, but in unauthorized lands. Do you have a trading license?" She shook her head. Her eye twitched slightly as she fought to keep composed. She wouldn't cry in front of this stranger. "Just tell me what you're using it for and maybe I'll go easy on you." He said gently this time. She let out a heavy breath. Hope jumping back into her eyes. "I want to fly." She whispered so softly she was sure he couldn't hear, but his brows nearly jumped off his face. "What's your lineage? How can you even be one if you are not born into it?" He looked baffled, but held her hand firmly when she tried to tug it away. She looked down at the rocky ground, embarrassed. "I don't know. I can't help it. It calls to me. It's all I can feel. All I ever think about." There. Now she had really said too much. Not only was she a thief, she was also desperate and pathetic and probably crazy. But when she looked back at him, she saw what looked to be genuine interest. He nodded his head up towards the sky, "you feel them?" She nodded. Watching him carefully now. He looked at her skeptically. Deciding what to do with her. "Will you show me what you've got so far?" "I—uh—well—won't that get me in more trouble?" She asked doubtfully. "I won't turn you in today." He said evasively. She frowned at him. He just watched and waited with those cool, cool eyes. "Fine." She said simply, wrenching her hand from his. She grabbed her bag; contemplating trying to sneak the part she'd dropped into it, but decided she'd pushed her luck already. At least there was still some hope that she could lose him on her trip back to the shed. Until he grabbed her hand again. It was warmer than it should have been with eyes so cool. She looked at him hesitantly. "Don't even think about trying to loose me." "Too late." She mumbled, making him smile. "Let's go." He ordered, easily matching her fast pace out of the labyrinth of plane debris. ********* He let her lead, so he could watch her move. She was beyond beautiful. And so full of life. He leaned in to smell her hair. He couldn't place the scent but it was even more amazing than he'd imagined. He smiled charmingly at her surprise as he kept pace with a light jog even after she had gotten onto her bike. He was not, however, prepared for a nearly full ship that sat before his eyes when she led him into what he assumed was an abandoned shed. ******* "You built this?" He questioned, full of disbelief. Shara nodded, trying not to show her pride in her work. It was a shame that this was forbidden to her. She was good at it. "Can I check it out?" He asked, surprising her at his making it a question. "Sure." She said uncertainly. She stepped back and watched as he inspected her creation. She'd worked in a factory that put these together so she'd had help in learning how to build one. It had taken a long time before she'd been able to work in enough departments to actually know how to build the entire craft. After a few minutes of his circling her masterpiece and some approving noises he turned to stare at her in awe. "This is perfect. Its nearly completely. But where will you get the core?" Shara looked down, shuffling her shoe in the dirt. "I hadn't figured that out just yet. I think there might be a few live ones left in the junk yard, if I can just get to them." She looked at him, still waiting for him to scorn her and tear her dreams to shreds, but what she saw in his cool eyes was a heated excitement. She wasn't sure which made her more nervous. "I could help you." He suggested. "We could do this." She tried not to choke on that; this man thought he could just crash into her world and take credit for her work? If it keeps you in the free world, you'd better let him. Her thoughts screamed for her to be reasonable. "Would you really help?" She asked instead. "I mean, won't you become an accomplice if you don't just turn me in now?" He walked close to her, making her heart jumped nervously. He reached out, lifting some of her curls into his hand, smoothing them with his fingertips before meeting her gaze with devious eyes. "Now, why would I want to see such a beautiful woman locked up?" He turned, gesturing to her craft. "And here we have an unfiled live ship. The possibilities are endless. The places we could go if we can see this thing run!" She blinked at him. This handsome young man, who fluttered from emotion to emotion, had her brain pinging around, trying to read him. Trying to deem him trust worthy. It would be nice to have some help, although the hardest parts were done. The single hardest part that remained was finding an active core. She bit at her lip. "Ok." She sighed in surrender. "You're in as long as you swear on everything you hold close to your heart that you won't tell another soul." "Seal it with a kiss and it's a deal." He challenged, gazing down at her, his eyes twinkling with a playful darkness. Before she could reply, he leaned in, crushing her lips with his own warm, soft ones. Startled beyond belief, she tried to pull back, but his hands had circled behind her, pulling her against him. His tongue pushed past her lips, and she moaned, partly in protest and partly in surprise. Her mind was screaming "no!" but her body seemed to be melting into his as hot and fast as her heart was racing. He slid a hand up her back, his fingers massaging into her until they found her hair and he held them there, twisting her curls in his firm grip. His tongue probed against hers hungrily. Her own hands had found their way around his waist. How had that happened? She wondered, forcing them to fall back to her sides and pulling away from him while trying to regain her sense of the world around her. He growled in protest, crushing her against him for a moment longer, his tongue capturing hers one last time before he released her. Completely stunned, and literally breathless, Shara was motionless, her lips parted poutily as she tried to process what had just happened. When she finally worked up the courage to make eye contact with the man in front of her, she blushed furiously, scowling at him. "You can't just do that!" She protested. She wanted to shout at him to never do that again, but it hadn't been unpleasant, quite the opposite if she was going to be honest. It was just so completely unexpected. She watched the darkness in his eyes lighten slightly, though he reminded her of a hungry beast, stalking its prey, and man did she feel like the vulnerable creature that could be devoured at any moment. "I can." He stated simply, smiling slightly. "And I will again." She stepped back from him, making his smile widen. "But first, we need to get this off the ground." He went back to evaluating her ship, nonchalant, as though he hadn't just been turning her into a flustered mess. He pulled a pad of paper from his shirt pocket and began jotting stuff down. Still in a daze, she let him. She even let him lead the way back to the junk yard and together they began gathering the parts as he called them out. She briefly wondered how he knew so much. But of course he'd have had the leisure of dissecting any craft he wanted while spending his days keeping watch over that desolate graveyard. That thought finally seemed to snap some sense back into her, prickling the hairs on her skin to stand upright. "Are you always here?" She asked. Accusation heavy in her tone. He turned to her. Dark and hungry and she almost faltered. "Not always." He shrugged and went back to rummaging through an old ship. "You've been watching me out here, haven't you?" She demanded an answer, getting angry and a bit embarrassed when he ignored her. "Well?" She put her hands on her hips, pursing her lips in irritation. Finally he met her gaze. And held it. He walked to her. Coming close enough that she could smell his subtle scent of masculinity. She could feel the heat of his chest. Yet he didn't quite touch her. "Would you have preferred I call someone else to deal with you? I let you have your fun while I decided what to do with you." Crap, he was doing it again. Trapping her. She was powerless to move as he held her gaze just inches away. He leaned towards her ear, breathing against it. "I chose to keep you." He leaned back, smiling as he watched her shiver from his words. "I'm not something to be kept." She declared, glaring into the back that he'd turned to her as he'd gone back to collecting. He infuriatingly ignored her for the rest of their scavage, other than the occasional declaration of a new find. "How old are you?" He asked, when they'd returned to her shed, hard at work, adding the new parts they'd gathered. "Eighteen." She watched him wearily, though the heat he'd nearly burned her with earlier, was absent for the moment. "How old are you?" She ventured back. He smiled. "Twenty." He met her eyes briefly, grunting as he wrenched a part into place. "You have a name?" She asked. Blushing again as she remembered the kiss she'd shared earlier with this total stranger. Luckily he was still busy working that part on so he probably missed it. "Do you?" He shot her a knowing, devious look. Her cheeks burned. "Shara." "Sterling." He stated, beckoning her over to him, "I need some help with this cuff." She went to help, trying to ignore the heat that seared with his nearness. "I think it's supposed to go in from this side." She pointed to the opposite end of the piece he had. He flipped it around, trying it again. He grunted his approval as it slid right into place. He twisted it till it was secure, and then turned to her. "Shara, eh?" He tried out the sound of it, looking pleased. "I think that's the last of it for now. All that's left is the core and some circulation tubes and this baby should lift." He snaked an arm out around Shara's waist and pulled him into his lap. He brushed his lips against her ear making her shiver. "The tubes will be easy enough for us to find. The core is going to be the tricky part." He brushed his lips against her cheek, down into her neck. Shara was sure she should pull away, but she was a prisoner to these unfamiliar sensations. "You smell delicious." He murmured into the curve of her neck making goose bumps prickle along her skin. "I'd better be getting home." Shara whispered, finally finding her voice. "My family will come looking for me if I'm out too late." He tasted her skin, nibbling kisses along her neck. She needed fresh air. This man was still mostly a stranger. Proper ladies didn't let strangers kiss their necks. Did they? "We can't have that." He agreed, making her momentarily wonder if he'd heard her thoughts. Still holding her waist as he stood, pulling them both up. "But first—"he turned to face her, letting her see the darkness that had clouded his pale eyes before he crushed his lips against hers again. She didn't fight as he pressed his tongue into hers this time. She enjoyed her own shudder as his hands found their way into her hair, holding her tightly to him. She only faltered slightly as she felt one of his hands leave her hair to reappear under the bottom of her shirt. He held her hair tight with the one hand, while caressing the smooth skin of her back with the other. He massaged roughly into the tight muscles of her waist sliding his fingers down under the top of her waistline. He started to slide them towards her front, but she pulled away until he surrendered and returned his hand to the small of her back. An eternity later he pulled away, staring a million unsaid words into her eyes. "I- I should—"Shara tried to form a sentence but it wasn't coming out. "Go." He nodded, though his eyes were now strained. Flight of the Forbidden Ch. 02 A/N: Thanks for the feedback and encouragement! Hope I'm not moving too fast in this chapter. And lots of big things will be happening in chapter 3! Feedback (especially the encouraging kind) is very welcome since I'm still pretty new to this. ***** Shara's mind was a tumbling mess that night. Whether awake or dreaming, cool grey eyes teased and taunted. The sliver of moon shining in through her window seemed like a blinding beacon blaring into her consciousness until it was too much. She slid from her bed, quietly padding through the house to slip outside to gaze at the star-filled sky. "It's so beautiful." A whisper startled her from the side of the porch. For a fleeting instant Shara thought it was a deep masculine whisper. But her mind cleared and she almost laughed. The woman Shara had always known as her mother was also gazing into the starry sky. Shara just hadn't noticed her before she'd spoken. "Yes." She replied dreamily. "Yes it is." "You were out extra late tonight." Her mother cocked her head at her, curiously. Shara dropped her eyes. "Yes. I lost track of time. I'm sorry to have you worrying." She mumbled. Leana smiled knowingly. "Hmm. Be careful with that heart of yours, my child. And bring him home to meet us when you're ready." Shara's eyes shot up to meet hers before she realized that would surely be seen as admission. "But—I—what would make you think that?" Leana smiled again. Only this time she looked a tiny bit sad. "I know that look of blissful distraction you wore on your face all too well. You're of age now and you're very beautiful. Any man in your path will have a hard time not being interested, whether you notice him back or not. Just don't settle for anything or anyone less than brings out the best in you." Shara just nodded moodily, turning to gaze back into the stars. Her mother continued. "I hadn't seen you so distracted and alive since the day you discovered that old junk yard last year." Shara jerked her head to meet Leana's eyes. Leana put her hands on her hips. "Of course I know what you've been up to. Just don't get caught. I can't afford to buy you out of the prisons." Shara didn't know what to say to that. She just nodded dumbly. This whole time she'd thought she had mastered secrecy. And then Sterling waltzed in and shattered one wall and now her mother had just crumbled another. Surely the government would have already intervened if they'd had even an inkling of knowledge about what she'd been up to. "Good night. I think I'll be able to sleep now." Leana told her, kissing her cheek before heading back into the house. Shara was left alone with her thoughts and the soothing roar of evening crickets under the moonlight. She didn't have a clue what she was going to do if she actually did manage to get the plane to life; something like that was going to be hard to keep off the radar. She especially didn't know what to do with Sterling. ********* "You're late." His voice taunted as she pushed through the creaky gate. She met his gaze carefully. "I didn't sleep very good." She pouted. His lip curved up knowingly. He swooped in towards her, his hands circling around her slender waist, drawing her against him. "I dreamed of you, too." He smiled against her lips before claiming them. His arrogance almost pissed her off but she was already too wrapped up in the feel of his tongue pushing past her lips. She distantly felt him directing them somewhere until she was swept completely off balance when he leaned into her, making her fall back into something soft. She pulled away to gasp for air. He had led her to an old plane cab with a very nicely cushioned bench in the back. Its side door had long since been torn away. "This." He said against the skin of her neck as he leaned over her on the soft seat. "This is what I was dreaming of." He slid a hand behind her neck, twisting it into her hair so she couldn't pull away as his other hand went to the bottom of her shirt, pushing it up as he caressed her ribs, his thumb sliding against the smooth skin of her stomach. She gasped when his thumb reached the underside of her breast. He pulled back for a moment to read the uncertainty in her eyes. It didn't seem to deter him in the least. If anything he seemed more determined than ever. He slid his body lower. His mouth following where his hand had just been. He trailed hungry kisses down and back up along her torso, pausing as he pushed her bra up to expose her supple breasts to his eyes. She could feel his gaze on her, a mix of emotions washing through her. "Sterling, I-" "Shh." He soothed just before she felt heat around her nipple. "Eek!" She squeaked at the unexpected sensation. She tried to pull back but his other hand was still behind her, keeping her in place. He massaged her breast with one hand and bit gentle kisses into her other, making her moan and writhe against him. Just as she was beginning to feel something building but still way beyond each, he pulled away, leaving her chest exposed and cold. She moaned in protest, but stopped short when she realized why he'd moved. He had undone his pants and was urgently struggling to undo her own jeans. She had a vague idea of what he was doing, but was completely inexperienced and soo not ready. "Sterling, I can't. Not so soon." She whimpered at him apprehensively. He looked at her and his grey eyes were nearly black with a hungry need. He shook his head and growled his frustration at her. But he stopped. Pulling her shirt back down and leaving an empty void where he had just been so warm a moment before. Shara laid there for a minute, regaining her composure and getting her clothes back into place. When Sterling spoke again his voice was smooth and even, the essence of control. "I think I know a few of these old ships that should have enough of the tubing." He was gutting a wicked looking war ship, pulling clear tubing from it as he went. Right. That's what they had come for. Snap out of it Shara. Why are you letting him have such an effect on you? The thing was, though, she didn't think she had any control at all in the matter. One look, one touch, one fiery kiss and her body was ready to submit to him. He is quite nice to look at, too. She reasoned with herself. So tall, with that strong, lean figure and amazing hair. And those eyes. He had the most amazing eyes she'd ever seen. She shook her head in frustration. There had to be a usable core in at least one of these ships, she thought, forcing her thoughts back to the task at hand. She got her tool belt out of her back pack and started digging through the debris. By the time their stomachs were grumbling for lunch, she had removed three cores that looked like they held some potential and Sterling had a full stack of tubing. They smiled at each other's find approvingly. We make a good team. She thought to herself. She wasn't ready to admit that to him though. "Get these back to your shop and I'll grab us some food and meet you in a few." He told her after helping to load everything onto the bike trailer she'd brought. "Thank you." She said softly. He just raised a brow at her in playful challenge. Damnit, he was making her blush again, but he was already gone, on another route towards food. They sat in comfortable silence as they shared lunch. It was an unfamiliar dish for Shara. A tasty combination of sweet, spicy and just a tad salty and she was pretty sure the meet was chicken. "Is this pretty common in Avraria?" She asked. He smiled and nodded. "Like it?" "It's really good!" She admitted enthusiastically, licking the juices from her fingers before she saw the way he watched her. She grabbed a napkin instead, fighting another blush. He didn't make any sudden moves to devour her though. In fact, for a week straight after that, he still hadn't made any more moves. Nothing more than a light brushing of his lips against hers before they parted ways. Their time was a lot more limited though, once the weekend had ended and she'd had to get back to work. Sterling, she had learned, had other junk yards to manage and protect so he wasn't able to come by till late a few of the days anyways. They had attached the tubing to all the proper places so all that was left was the core. Shara was holding a meter to the one that seemed the closest to being active. Watching for any change in power while Sterling pumped and prodded it with other various sources of power. So far there wasn't even a flicker of change. Watching his handsome face scrunch in frustration, her thoughts drifted to other things. Like the way his lips had felt so warm and soft when they'd been crushed against hers. And the way his hands had tingling as he'd moved them over her skin. His mouth on her nipple. She felt heat building in places she'd never even thought about until just recently. Until him. And why hadn't he kissed her like that again? She was sure he hadn't given up. But she had told him to slow down. "This isn't working." She said in irritation, putting the meter down. His eyes shot to hers. "You're giving up?" She shook her head. "Of course not. But this" She gestured towards the inactive core in front of them, "obviously is not the way to do it. I think I need to get to the library. If there's a way to reanimate a core to a new life source, I need to do some more digging to find out how." "Maybe we can hack into the system databases. There's gotta be blue prints out there." He said, pulling a device from his pocket. Shara's eyes lit with excitement. "You have one of those? They're so expensive now, since the war. " He went to sit against the shed wall and Shara followed. Sitting close beside him so she could see. He handed it to her so she could navigate the device while he slid his arm behind her and nuzzled her hair. Shara's heart raced but she couldn't stop herself, she turned her face up and found his lips with hers. She set the digital pad gently on the floor beside them as Sterling pulled her into him. He pulled away to gaze at her. She tried not to be afraid. But she swallowed nervously under his darkening eyes. He lunged back into the kiss, his hands were everywhere. He pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling him while keeping his lips on hers, his tongue thrusting needily against her own. He stood abruptly; still holding her straddled around him, and carried her over to her ship where the cab had been left open. He set her down, turning her around until she was lying on her stomach on the seat. She felt his wait above her, pressing against her as kissed lightly against the back of her neck making her shiver. Shara whimpered in nervous anticipation as his hands slid under her shirt, pushing it up. He massaged her back and she felt a hard pressure from between his legs pressing against her bottom through her jeans. She tried to squirm forward a little but he only pressed himself harder against her. He slid his hands up under her bra, cupping both her breasts, massaging until she moaned and writhed for him. He stepped away from her and she heard a zipper and fabric moving but when she tried to turn to look back at him, he held her down. He gently folded her arms under her chest and then held her tightly with his arm so she couldn't pull away. He roughly pushed her pants down, kicking them the rest of the way off with his feet so he didn't have to release her. She squeaked in shock as he slid a finger inside of her. She had never felt that before. He was sliding it in and out, pressing against something that felt amazing if she could just get past the embarrassment of being so exposed. She tried to move away. Panic had kicked in and she needed room to clear her head. "Shh" He soothed, adding another finger and thrusting them harder into her and forcing rational thoughts from her mind. "Not this time, baby, shh, just relax, I promise I won't hurt you." He pulled out and began rubbing circles against her clit, making her cry out. He groaned in response. She felt something warm and smooth and much larger than his fingers pressing against her now. He squeezed her torso tightly with his restraining arm and he pushed into her. Partway in he felt the resistance from her lack of experience. He was going to claim her innocence. He reached between her legs with his free hand, rubbing her clit until she started moaning again and then he thrust into her with full force. Breaking through the barrier. She felt a sharp pain and cried for him to stop, but he only shushed her and continued his steady thrusting. She felt so impossibly full with him inside her. "It gets better, love, so much better." He showered kisses all over her back, everywhere he could reach from that angle. His hips thrusting in and out combined with his pressure on her clit was starting to override her pain, ebbing into a disorienting pleasure. "Oh God, Sterling." She cried out as his thrusting grew more frenzied and he rubbed faster on her clit. "Come on Shara." He murmured into her back, and bit softly into her skin, "Come with me now." He thrust harder and harder, the pleasure building and building until Shara exploded in wave after wave of pleasure. She saw stars that gave way to waves that pulsed through her over and over again as Sterling's own release shot deep inside her. They stayed like that for what felt like decades with Sterling breathing heavily against her back. As reality slowly filtered back into view. She wanted to be mad at him for not giving her the space to think this time, to know this was what she had wanted, but she was so lazily sated, she just wanted to curl into him and purr like a cat. She was too relaxed, trapped in his arms as she still was, to even care that she had just compared herself to a silly housepet. "God, you're beautiful." He said as he pulled away, letting her arms free. She didn't move. She was still too sated. She felt his softening bulk as he slid out of her. She couldn't help but writhe back against him. Her body remembered the pleasure and yearned for more already. Wow, Sharla, her inner voice piped in. One round on the man stick and you're a freaking insatiable nympho already. Get a grip on yourself. He chuckled darkly as he felt her push back towards him, her body silently begging him to take her again and again. He pulled her up instead, turning her to sit with her face him so he could taste her lips again. She sighed lustfully, parting her lips eagerly, sucking at his insistent tongue. His hands winding up into her hair, caressing her scalp felt amazing. She was shocked when she felt his hardness growing again against her thigh. She looked down nervously; slightly afraid to look at the part of him that had just torn apart her innocence with such violent pleasure. He smiled knowingly. "You can touch it." He said in encouragement. She gulped, reaching out to grasp his hardness in her hand. She was amazed at its silkiness. ********** Her hand on his cock had him instantly rock hard again. Her lips parted in curious amazement and a bashful hunger. She had felt so good around him; he knew he could take her again and again and still be left wanting. She was becoming a drug for him and though he knew it would only grow stronger, he had no desire to quit her just yet. He moved himself back and forth in her hand so she could get the idea. She was a fast learner and was pumping his shaft enthusiastically. He longed to guide her to her knees so he could thrust into her mouth, pushing into her until he was fucking her throat, but she wouldn't be ready for that just yet. The thought of her lips on him instead of her delicate hand pumping away was almost too much. He almost climaxed again just thinking of it. It would be worth the wait, he had no doubt. He pulled her mouth back to his, thrusting his tongue into her and then pulling back to suck on her pouty bottom lip. She was insanely delicious. He kept one hand in her hair since she seemed to like that and slid his other hand down to her waist, teasing her with feathery touches of his fingertips tracing circles along her skin until he slid lower, finding her folds still dripping from his seed that he'd pumped into her. That thought had him bordering on the precipice. Not that he wanted kids just yet, but the thought of his seed laying claim inside of her got his blood pumping furiously. He rubbed against her clit for a few minutes, feeling the firmness of her arousal. Finally he thrust his fingers back inside of her. He smiled darkly as he watched her pretty green eyes cloud with desire. He found that spot that seemed to excite her the most and he rubbed over and over it while she pumped her hand harder and harder on his shaft. If he was going to take her again, now was the time, before she pulled it from him with that hand of hers. He pulled her hand off and aligned himself with her entrance, pausing to watch the desire in her eyes war with nervous hesitation. Her hesitation only made him crazier with need and he thrust roughly into her. She cried out in pleasure. ************** He was inside her again. Making her feel things she'd never even dreamed. And she loved every second of it. Her body was arching to meet him thrust for thrust; in and out he slid his hardness over and over, until she felt the building pleasure reaching the explosive point again. His hands were busy massaging her breasts, and pulling her nipples. "Please, Sterling." She cried, not even recognizing her own voice. He claimed her mouth hungrily and found her clit with his fingers, pinching and rubbing it. "Come for me again, my little doll." He breathed against her lips and her body reacted to his words, her world exploded into intense pleasure. Even stronger than the last time, and it just kept going as he drove into her again and again until she felt him shudder and join her in the tidal waves of thoughtless sensation. A faint golden light danced for Shara, following the rhythm of the waves slowly easing from her pleasure. But even when the pleasure had fading to a tingling memory, the light continued to dance and her mind fought to understand it. "Sterling! The core!" She exclaimed as realization came to her in a rush of excitement. He followed her look, pulling away from her in a sloppy mess to go look at the core pulsing with energy. He reached out a finger to carefully touch it and a surge of silver light pulsed into the gold, and the two colors of molten light swirled inside, growing brighter with his touch. Wherever he touched it, silver streaks appeared, darting trails into the swirling mass and back to his fingers. Shara pulled her pants on over her sticky legs; she'd definitely need to shower when she got home; and went to stand by Sterling. She reached out her own hand tentatively towards the core, gasping in amazement as the gold swirls reacted to her. She could feel small pulses of energy flow in through her fingers and on into her arm and tingle through her body. Not unlike the pleasurable waves of sensation Sterling had just given her. "That's it?" He said in disbelief. Still mesmerized by the glowing cylinder. "That's what fuels it?" He put both hands on it, closing his eyes as his dark hair blew back softly with an unseen wind. "Raw energy." He whispered. After a long moment, he let go, turning to meet Shara's curious eyes. "You are a pilot." He said more in amazement than disbelief. "Why aren't you assigned?" She looked down at her feet that were still bare. "My family is in the work force. We're simple laborers. My blood parents must have been pilots but they didn't have me documented. They left me as an infant with the only family I have ever known." "You need to start asking more questions, little doll." He chided, tilting her chin up so she was looking into his eyes again. She scowled slightly at the nick name. She wasn't sure she liked it. It made her feel small and weak, neither of which she had any desire to be. Flight of the Forbidden Ch. 02 "You think I haven't?" She retorted in irritation. "If they know any more, they aren't telling. You're a pilot, are you assigned?" She asked pointedly. He shrugged. "Of course I'm assigned. We're at a stalemate, relatively peaceful right now, so I'm not at command right now, obviously." "If the war starts back up, you'll be fighting against me?" She asked accusingly. "Not you, you're not a soldier. But your people, yes." He shrugged as if he hadn't just admitted he was ready to slaughter her fellow countrymen. She eyed him wearily. His words were a disheartening reminder that he was still very much a stranger to her despite the boundaries she'd let him cross. Of course, in his defense, she had to admit that her own country's soldiers would have probably answered the same towards his people. He tucked a few stay curls back from her face and meet her eyes somberly. "Don't let those thoughts weigh on you. We're at peace times now. The borders are opening further every day." He pulled her into a comforting embrace, resting his lips against the top of her head and for a moment she felt the world fall away and all that was left, all that mattered where those arms around her. She knew she was letting herself fall in too deep, too fast, but forces beyond her control seemed to have the reigns on the momentum, her body and mind were no longer her own. She pulled away so she could look into his eyes. "Think that core has enough energy in it to lift?" He smiled, his eyes lighting with excitement. "There's only one way to find out." He left her to grab the swirling-light-filled canister. She grabbed a screw driver and hose connectors and joined him, opening up the compartment to settle the core into place. Sterling attached the energy transferring tubing to it and moments later they had finished closing it back up. Sterling opened the large master doors of the shed. Shara sat in the captain's chair, daring Sterling to object with a fierce look in her eyes but he merely raised his brows and smiled innocently as he took the passenger seat. Normally, a live plane could only be powered by whomever had fueled the core, but since their combined energies seemed to have activated it, Shara had her suspicions that Sterling would also be able to command it if he chose. She tried not to let that nag at her; he had actually been a huge help the last week. But it had been her life for the last year. Every free waking moment she'd spent working on it: gathering parts from the junk yard; fabricating and modifying parts in the metal shop at the factory after her shift at work at the risk of being caught under the lame excuses of building shelters and contraptions for her family's farm animals and equipment. And now he'd be able to fly it. Take it from her even, if he so wanted. Actually, the more she poked at that last idea, the more she worried that there could be a million reasons that he'd want to do just that. He took her hand in his, squeezing reassuringly. He smiled that fiendishly handsome smile at her and all those horrible thoughts melted away, taking her back to the present. To the control panel stretched out in front of her and the tingly feel of power just waiting to be harnessed and directed by her hand. She knew the controls well. She was confident she could handle it. She gave him a sideways glance. "You've flown before, right?" If her blood parents really were pilots, she'd surely have natural instincts that would help her navigate, but she found that she was grateful to have Sterling there as back up just in case. He started to laugh until he realized she was serious. "Of course. You've gotten to ride passenger at least haven't you?" She shook her head. "Never." He frowned slightly, thinking that over. "Would you like me to navigate the first flight?" She shook her head vehemently. "No. No, I know I can do this." She met his gaze shyly. "You'll be here to help me if I need it though, right?" He smiled wickedly. "In all things, my little doll." Her cheeks flushed but she otherwise ignored his innuendo as she checked her seat harness. "Just keep South so we stay off the radar." He put in, just before Shara placed her palm onto the life sensing pad that was built into her armrest. She nodded, knowing that was going to be the biggest challenge of all, and put her palm firmly onto the pad. She gasped as power surged through her and her ship roared to life. She was instantly aware of every part of it. Her palm's energy flowed directly to the core and from there it spidered out through the dispersion tubing. It became an extension of her own body. She pulled on her visor, flipped all the appropriate switches and willed it to lift. And it obeyed.