Chapter 4

Of course, a portion of the female population believed some of us were the soulmates of those monsters. That they will love us like no one could. Inhumanly.

"Hey, babe," My boyfriend's arm wrapped around me as he pushed his glasses over his long nose, "what are you doing here?"

I forgot to say, I already had a soul mate. So no thanks. No need of a drooling monster following me around, placing eggs in my womb.

He was Gianni. And I had every intention of not being caught. That was why, since the age of sixteen, I had started running. And I felt I had never stopped.

"Hey..." I kissed his pale cheek with a grin, patting his brown curls. My friends considered Gianni lanky and nerdy, but I liked that type. We had long conversations, we studied together, and discuss new topic about the world. He fulfilled my mental urges. Physical too, but I did not consider those important for my happiness. Sex was not a big deal in a relationship.

"Want to check the new arrivals at the library? I heard they got that tone about Celtic History!" He proposed, more excited than me at the idea, showing me his slightly crooked teeth that glistened with braces.

"Sure!" I grinned, grabbing his hand in mine, dragging him behind me.

We jogged together, though sometimes I had to slow down, since Gianni was not really the sporty type.

After our stop over at the library, we went to his place. He was living with his grandfather, always busy in the fields.

As we entered his room, I pointed toward the bathroom door and said, "I'll just be a minute."

"Of course...Yes! Take your time," Gianni gushed, a little embarrassed.

We stripped out of our clothes, me in the bathroom, he in the room, then slipped into the bed. Then Gianni quickly leapt back onto the floor and scurried about, naked, turning off the lights. He returned to the bed, then once again sprang out and rushed to his wardrobe. He returned with one condom.

We lay side by side, lips and tongues locked, blood rushing. "I love you." "Me too."

I took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes with a small smile. Gianni rolled onto me, positioning his hips between my welcoming thighs. He leaned down to kiss me again, the other hand pressed the head of his hardening penis to my southern lips. We usually made love in a missionary position.

"Wait," I whispered, biting my lips.

"What?" His voice came from above as he was trying to get inside me.

"Give me a second." I ran my hand over my lips, wetting it.

"Oh sorry." He said, kneeling next to me and watching me moisten myself. That was the boring part of sex: having to prepare for penetration, which at first was never pleasant. The women of the village said that men usually finished quickly and were meant to enjoy more than us, since we were blessed with the power of giving birth.

Balance of nature.

"Is it ready?" He asked, coming closer.

"Yes."

"Nice."

We moved slowly. He rocked against me gently, deeper with each thrust until his rigid member was completely enveloped within me. I heard him inhale a sharp intake of breath, then a sigh. We lay silent for a moment then Gianni pulled back, withdrawing all but the head of his cock from me, then lunged forward. I hugged him and began to caress his neck, closing my eyes.

The slight, initial discomfort was over, and I began to enjoy it too, until...

"Gianni, wait-" "What, baby? Did I hurt you?" "No no, you can ... just ..." I took a pillow and placed it over my chest, "Here you go! You were squeezing my chest a little." "Oh. Sorry."

When we resumed the love making, I tried to meet his thrusts as he grunted from above me. Four penetrations later, Gianni released a soft "Ahhh" as he spurted into the condom while I stroked his hair.

Then he collapsed in my arms, completely, joyfully spent. Slick with sweat, he rested. I did not sweat, nor I was not out of breath.

My respiration was normal, while Gianni was always red and it always seemed that he was going to faint.

Gianni kissed me tenderly, then rolled over on his back, pulling me to his side. I nestled my face against his chest and draped a shapely leg over his. Gianni kissed my hair, rubbing my shoulder. "It was wonderful. Did you like it?"

"Of course," I reached up to stroke his cheek and said, "You are always amazing."

Gianni took off the condom and tossed it away, and went to the bathroom to clean himself. I didn't have to, I touched myself between my legs and felt that I was already dry.

Funny how sex seems so exhausting for him but not for me. I attributed it to the fact that I was very good at cardio, after years of training.

We lay contented, bodies entwined before we parted.

The Games were coming faster than anyone had wished for.

Only the moment mattered.

Plus, I was sure that I would win.

All we had to do was crossing their land - make it out as fast as possible. And good portion always returned.

Yeah, I will definitely win.