The Zodiacs | by Lastlegolife | Chapter 7: Mating

Neora pulled away from her mate, hugging her body against the padding on the walls. Jon silently placed his hands around her waist and proceeded to pull her away from the corner. Too weak to shove him away, Neora tightened her grip into a fist and tried to stay where she was. Outside, the twelve large, heavily armored trucks passed through a hanger and towards a landing strip where four cargo planes sat in wait. Hamile followed them closely behind in an armored jeep.

One by one, the trucks containing the zodiac spirits filed into the aircrafts, filling three all by themselves. Hamile steered his vehicle into the last plane behind a row of hummers already parked inside.. He exited through the back, leaving a team of men to secure the jeep to the floor and began walking to the private jet waiting for him in the hanger.

The tall man materialized next to him. "How are things going?"

"According to plan." Hamile slowed his pace so the other man could walk with him. "It's a two hour flight to the jungle, then a fifteen minute drive to the temple."

"Hmm, and what of the slackers? Have they evolved yet?"

"Not yet." *Here it comes.*

"You agreed to have them all ready by now." The tall man's voice was cold. "I don't like set backs and I don't like wasting time Hamile."

"I've given them a special formula to stimulate and increase the affects of arousal in their sex hormones. Considering how close they've gotten in the past couple of weeks, they will have mated by the time we reach the temple."

"And if they haven't?" The tall man watched the doors on the cargo planes close. "I'd hate to waste so much money on this trip."

"No need to worry Lexsus. They've probably already mated on the way here." Hamile assured him. "Your money is being well spent."

The two men reached the hanger and climbed the staircase that led into a smaller white jet. The side of it read "Rochester." Lexsus paused for a moment and peered down at the lazy gruff men playing around behind the landing gear. The two people in turbans stood idly by, talking amongst themselves and ignored the childish play going on nearby.

"Tempra! Besk!" He snapped. The anger in his voice surprised everyone and they jumped to attention. The tall man jerked his head towards the entrance. "In. Now."

The men nodded, voicing remarks of approval and hurried up the staircase after their leader. A stewardess appeared and pulled the door closed behind them. The jet engines roared to life. It crept slowly out of the darkness of the hanger and into the light of the morning sun. The cargo planes were already moving in position for take off.

The five planes lined up and started down the runway, steadily increasing their speed as they moved along. The metal birds raised their noses to the sky and let the wind carry them away from the ground. The cargo planes waited til they were a good mile or two above the ground before making a soft turn to the south in perfect sync. The private jet took its place in the front while the larger planes moved into formation behind it.

As the plane angled to gain altitude, Neora used it as an advantage to slip away from Jon. When the aircraft tilted, she tightened her grip on the padding, mustered up all the strength her body would allow her and gave Jon a nice kick in his chest. It worked, not as effectively as she wanted it to, but it did get him to the other side of the truck. It was a weak attack and Jon was more phased by the direct action she took then the kick itself.

Jon sighed and covered his head and face with his hands. The fate of the world was now resting on their shoulders. An intimate interaction between the two of them would lead to the enslavement and destruction of all human- kind. The human race that his ancestors had worked so hard to keep alive would be gone and all their efforts would have been in vain. It would be all for nothing. Nada.

But.......he'd spent so many long and tormenting nights holding a precious jewel in his arms.... How his body ached day and night to express the deep passion he felt for her. He longed to explore the sweet, delicate fruits of her womanhood. She had pushed him away as she had for many nights. The evening prior to the Capricorns giving in, he had to restrain himself by thrusting his hips against Neora's thigh. She didn't say anything. She just squeezed his hand and went to sleep.

She wasn't vulnerable then but she sure was now. It would be so easy for him to take her. Why couldn't he just do it and get it over with? Maybe they'd be able to get away whenever Hamile decided to let them out. *Right. Fat chance.*-

Jon peeked up at her through his fingers. She was still in the corner gripping the wall as if it were her last hope. He couldn't tell if she was shaking or not. She stared back at him weakly, still breathing hard from the kick. It didn't hurt him at all. He had to let himself fall back. Anything to put distance between them. Had he just grabbed her leg instead, he'd be raping her by now.

The plane finally leveled off.

Neora looked to the floor. She let her dark hair fall in front of her face. If she didn't see him, he wasn't there. At least that's what she told herself. She knew Jon didn't want to hurt her and he wasn't trying to. The temptation to make a suggestive action whenever they made out was not easy to ignore. She knew he was resisting but she wanted to tell him not to stop, but to continue and go further. She wanted to tell him that it was alright to touch her there or feel right here or even take a peek. She knew he'd do it and she'd be grateful....but that was exactly what Hamile wanted them to do. They had fought against him. Now he had weakened her, made Jon so horny that he couldn't think straight, and locked them together in a tight place.

*Clever bastard.*

Movement in the opposite corner made her look upwards. Jon was slowly crawling toward her on his hands and knees. His eyes were hollow and hungry for lust. She gasped as he started crawl over her and pressed her back into the wall. Jon's eyes never left hers. He kissed her gently and slowly. She kissed him back accidently letting a small moan escape past her lips. To Jon, it was an acceptance signal. He cupped her face in his hands, tilted her head to the side, and let his lips follow her cheek to her neck. Neora's fist tightened around the padding as she refused to let her instincts get the better of her.

"Jon," she whispered. "Jon don't."

She winced involuntarily as started to nibble lightly on her flesh.

"Jon?" He didn't answer. "Jon stop."

"Ca.....n't....help.....it." She heard him mumble against her shoulder.

Neora didn't realize that his hands had been feeling their way down her body until they passed over a swell of pink flesh. She shut her eyes for a moment to throw out a small moan. Oh how it felt so incredibly good. Excited by her reaction, Jon started to massage her breast, gently kneading each nipple carefully. She shifted beneath him so that her knees were closed against his chest. She knew that within the next few seconds, he would easily part them and grope her till she could fight it no longer.

In an attempt to escape the waves of arousal that swept through her body, she slid to the side, using the padding as an anchor to help her move. It was a bad idea. Her movements did not slow him one bit. Jon followed her, hovering over her body like a protective shield. Because of the awkward position she was forced into in her weakened state, she slid off the wall, ripping the padding in the process, and landed onto her back. Jon didn't waste anytime. He threw his leg over hers and sat down with his pelvis set right against her own.

*Great.*

"You feel so good Neora." Jon whispered. His tongue found a nipple and started to play with it. "You drive me so crazy."

"Love, do you know what you're doing?" She replied.

"Yes, but I can't stop either. I want you. I've always wanted you. Don't you like the way it feels?"

"It does feel good." She admitted and cradled his head against her chest while he worked. "But if we keep going, there's no telling what would happen." "It'd be out of our system. Plus we'd look a lot more like each other too." He kissed his way back up to her mouth and let his fingers take over her breasts for a while. Neora moaned against his mouth. "And we'd both enjoy it."

Jon paused a moment to smile at her. Before she knew what it meant, he started to kiss his way back down her body. Now she knew where he was headed. She glanced up at the tear in the padding. There was something glowing inside of the hole. She reached up and felt around the cotton. Her fingers touched something hard and cold. She found the edge and pulled it free. She held it up to the light to examine it. It was a small gold disc engraved with a spell of some kind. In the center of it was a red gem that glowed dimly with life.

Neora sat up on her elbows. "Jon! Look at this!"

Surprisingly he stopped to look up. "What is it?"

"Break it." She handed it to him.

He did as he was told and twisted the gold all out of shape. The oval- shaped jewel popped out. The glow started to pulsate. Jon balled it up in a fist and squeezed as hard as he could. The gem cracked and opened up. A small mist escaped through the openings in his fingers and dissipated with a hiss.

"What was that?" He asked.

"Do you feel it?" She smiled.

Jon was confused.

Neora razed her fist. An electric charge sprang to life and ran up and down along the length of her arm. The bull goddess grinned with glee. Jon watched her for a moment then understood. The charge disappeared and Neora tipped her head to the side and smiled at her mate suggestively. Jon dropped the gem and leaned forward to kiss her. Neora wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her head to meet him.