Chapter 12 Follow Me

Soldiers nicholson and kendrick looked over to zarda and delilah. They believed zarda and trusted him now more than any other in the facility.

"Zard'a right? Hey, whatever you need, don't hesitate to ask. If you really took the badge, it doesn't bother me. If you didn't, then good riddance to soldier erickson. He was such a greenhorn anyhow. Anyway, I have a message for you from soldiers Gibbs. Sorry, I'm just not letting you know. It's hard to tell you when you're out ice-cold. First he sends his best regards to you, secondly he wanted me to tell you that Severance has him and anderson assigned to a new task. It's going to eat up his time back here for his assigned week. He hopes to see you soon. In the meanwhile, he asked me and kendrick to look after you. Hope there's no hard feelings from what took place earlier. I hate Nexus, maybe as much as you and the other's do. Well, perhaps not, It seems the test subjects endure a lot more than we do." Stated soldier nicholson, as his eyes looked around at the walls of imprisonment.

Delilah moved up next to zarda to comfort him. She slipped her tiny hand inside of his. Zarda's hands were warm now and, very, large. Her hands disappeared entirely in his grasp. The soldiers took notice of their behavior and smiled.

"We're on guard for the rest of the day. If you two would like time alone. We won't say a word. You have the entire night as well. Enjoy." Mentioned nicholson, winking his eye over at zarda.

He walked away from them and nudged soldier kendrick to follow. They went on a perimeter patrol, with their guns in hand.

Zarda watched them disappear down the hallway. He thought, Nicholson was an understanding man. His eyes were kind, they glowed a warm hazel chestnut hue with flicks of green. For the first time, finally a soldier who fashioned facial hair of some sort. He had a dark black mustache and his dark hair was clean-shaven. He hid it away under a green army hat. Nicholson was you're average height and weight. Not like his comrade, kendrick, which was a big African American. That soldier reminded zarda of ghakarhi the gorilla king. Perhaps he even inhabited his characteristics.

Zarda's heart thumped fast. He looked down at delilah who returned a glance up at him. He twirled delilah around in front of him, slamming her body up against his chest. The memories of his past friendships made his heart hurt. Then again, zarda winced in pain, when a shot of a burning sensation sent down his chest and abdomen. He had forgotten the torture wand, had really messed him up.

Delilah pushed away, afraid she had hurt him badly. Zarda gritted his teeth and grabbed her back into his chest. He planned to endure the agony. He lowered his lips down to hers and kissed her softly. With every kiss he imagined natia.

The pain was worth it, he thought. He had wanted to do that for so long. Her lips were not like natia's. He pulled away and looked at them. He lifted his thumb to feel just how soft they were. Delilah's eyes were closed, taking the moment in. Zarda leaned back in for another kiss. This time it was more intense. Her lips were wonderful to embrace. They were so, soft and plump. Delilah ran her hands in his mane, careful not to hurt him anymore than he had already gone through.

Zarda soon realized his magical bulge returned. Females made it appear often. When he kissed them, when he saw their bodies, when they loved him with their whole hearts, it made him happy. He stopped and pushed away. He needed to take in air, he was forgetting to breathe. Delilah, too, needed a short break.

"Follow me." Instructed delilah.

Zarda didn't question her. He followed behind as she led him away from his torture room.

Down the long hallway through a set of red doors into another hallway they went. This one in particular didn't seem so gloomy. It was well lit and had larger rooms along the sides. As they passed, zarda briefly peeked in. He saw blurred images of what the humans called furniture. Delilah's pace was picking up, and she appeared to be dragging zarda behind her in a small sprint.

"Slow down delilah! We don't have to rush anything. Don't be so scared or paranoid. Like you said, everyone has gone for the day." Zarda repeated.

He was right, thought delilah. Her footsteps slowed to a casual walk. Her hand still trying its best to grip onto his. He liked this attention from her. Zarda wrapped his free hand around her tiny waist as they walked. Pressing himself up against her back. He was careful not to touch his exposed chest. Delilah let go of his right hand, allowing him to wrap it, too, around her. She tingled in his embrace.

Delilah's face was flushed red-hot. She led him to a two-way split in the hall. She turned swiftly towards the right side. It only led them further into another empty hallway. Zarda could see the terrifying clear sliding glass doors again, at the end of the pathway. He believed it to be the second way into the inner courtyard where the garden stood. Was she taking him back there, he thought?

He followed her to see. Instead, to his surprise, she stopped abruptly in front of room number twenty-eight. She grabbed her badge and tapped a black square pad on the wall. Zarda heard a tiny click, and the door unlocked. Delilah pushed it open to reveal her cozy condo inside. They entered through a small entryway with a closet door on the right.

Delilah removed her badge and hung it on a three-pronged rack on the left. Zarda watched her as she removed her black slip on shoes. She bent down to pick them up. He liked the view, she had a nice bottom, he thought. She opened her closet door and tossed them in. Closing it shut, she turned to face zarda. He could hear the door behind him lock shut. His smile had not left his face, since they had entered. It grew bigger as she moved closer up to him.

She held her tiny hand out for zarda to take hold of and proceeded to lead him into her living room. It was a sleek modern look.

Her couch and sofa were charcoal gray. They were faced towards a large flat screen TV hanging upon the right side of the wall. She had a long black metal edged coffee table with a thin sheet of glass for the top. It was spaced a small distance away from the couch. Underneath the table was a large, square-burnt orange colored rug. It looked soft compared to the hard black walnut wood flooring.

Placed at both ends of her couch were more black metal end tables. They each hosted touch activated glass lamps. Nuzzled on her couch were a mixture of colorful throw pillows. A few matched the rug, while others were white and soft gray. Next to her chair sat another black metal end table. Stacked neatly on top were some of her favorite novels by L.A Davis.

Hanging over the backside of her chair was a fluffy faux white fur throw. It was soft and warm to snuggle up in on cold rainy days. Zarda's eyes continued to explore the room. He noticed a weird triangle device shooting out white steam. It was what delilah called a diffuser. It was placed in the middle of her glass coffee table, next to two solid black whatnot, of songbirds. A large colorful succulent occupied the opposite side of the diffuser.

The room smelled like juniper and lavender mixed. It was so relaxing and aromatic. It was calming to breathe in. His body was becoming comfortable. He looked up upon her walls to see them neatly decorated with abstract artwork pieces that matched the carpet. They pulled hints of the burnt orange and dark grays out.

Delilah had one piece that stood out the most to zarda. It was a floor to ceiling living moss bed, art piece. Above it were two special lights that helped feed it natural vitamin D at specific times.

Sitting at the base, was a square of stones embedded into the flooring. There was a metal drain nestled in the middle. He could see and hear a small trickle of water running down the front side of the artwork. It was very, interesting to look at. Zarda was so taken by it, he almost forgot why he was there.

He soon remembered, when two arms pulled him into a room to the back right corner. He turned towards her draw. Inside, they stepped into her bedroom. This room was a calm modern feel too. Her bed was covered by a deep violet purple comforter, patterned with white designs of floral vines. The end tables, on both sides of the bed, were made from black walnut wood, just like the flooring in the living room. The flooring in her bedroom was a dark slate gray cement texture instead.

The walls were a softer gray than that of the cement floors. The trim was painted the same color. Zarda spotted Halfway, underneath the end of the bed, a white faux fur rug that stretched out far enough to comfortably step on and off from, during cold mornings. The lamps that lit the black leather headboard were the exact replicas she had in the living room. She seemed to favor them. Delilah drug him closer to her bed. She fell back onto the mountain of decor pillows, as she invited him to join her.

Instead of his usual position, climbing on top, zarda laid on his back next to her. His chest was in too much pain. He didn't want to aggravate it more. He was mad that finally they had a moment alone with each other, and his wounds had started to break open and bleed.

His white chest was turning a bloody red. Delilah looked over horrified. She jumped off her bed and rushed to her bathroom. It was conveniently in her room on same wall her bed was pushed against. Delilah quickly reappeared from with ointment and fresh bandages. She carefully mended his wounds.

Zarda watched as her tiny hands cared for him. He wanted to hold her, and to love her, but it seemed today would not work out in his favor, so he thought. His chest needed to heal. Delilah, on the other hand, had an idea.

"I guess your plans have been interupted by my wounds." Said zarda.

Delilah shook her head no. She wasn't going to allow anything to stop her desires. Zarda was not accustomed to the human females ways. Delilah finished tending to zarda's wound and laid him back. He stopped her. His hands were shaking.

"I need to take a warm bath. I don't want to allow any infection to set in." Said zarda.

Delilah didn't understand his sudden change of demeanor, she felt rejected, but allowed it to roll off her thoughts. He left her bed to take a quick shower. He remembered the last time he had one, which was on the ferry. Gibbs had to show him how it worked. He was embarrassed at first, but soon grew confident in those days on the water. Zarda locked the door behind him as he entered into a clean, white bathroom. He moved towards the glass shower. Zarda undressed and stepped inside the shower. He twisted the knob to the hottest setting his body could handle. He placed his hands flat on the wall between the shower head. Lowering his head, he allowed the water to dampen his mane. The water felt good upon his skin. The only area that stung was his chest. He was careful to wash up around the bandage. It was a good thing she used the waterproof ones. Soon he was finished once the heat had left the water spout. Zarda turned it off and walked back out, reaching for a big white towel. He dried himself off, starting from his head down to his feet.

He put back on his pants and walked out more refreshed. Delilah was laying on her bed with her eyes closed waiting paitently. Zarda laid down next to her on the soft bed. Delilah didnt waste any time and climbed on top of him. She kissed his face and stroked his mane. He felt the heat pooling up in his balls once more and looked at delilah's beautiful face. His eyes filled up with tears as the image of natia's appeared over top of delilah's.

Delilah leaned down to kiss his tears away. She proceeded to message him all over his body with her soft hands. Delilah ground her crotch slow and steady on top of his manhood, that was growing harder and tighter in his pants. Her plans were manifesting to her delight. The evening had turned into a steamy interaction. The two were able to accomplish a moment of pleasure they had desired. Finished, they both laid naked under her sheets, a sleep and satisfied.