It was a rather exciting time for Terra. As they traveled further away from the eternally gloomy, smoky town of Narshe, she began feeling better. Maybe it was the fresh air. She took a deep breath and filled her lungs, then let it out slowly. Ahh...the smell of nature, of freedom.
But she was always brought back down from the clouds whenever she saw Locke's serious face. He looked so intent sometimes it was frightening. And she saw him glance at her several times. Terra wondered what he was thinking about her. She'd sensed so many emotions that were impossible to understand.
Terra winced a bit as she accidentally stumbled into a low-hanging tree branch. They had left the forest yesterday and were now keeping to the edge of the mountains. Trees were scarcer now, and when they found one, what did she do but hit a branch. Great, she thought.
She hugged herself. Her chest still hurt quite a bit. So did her thighs and ass. God, just what had those men done to make her body so painful? Terra recalled some of it, but it had happened so fast that her mind was still stunned.
What she remembered most was the strange pleasure she'd gotten from it. She'd actually enjoyed being flung on her back and made to suck on the men. Just thinking about it made her feel wet. She wondered if it was normal to feel that way. Well, normal or not, whenever she thought about it, she got a tingly sensation all over her body and she couldn't help but grin.
All the men she'd come into brief contact with so far had done something like that to her. Even Arvis, even though he was a much older man. It gave her a secret thrill, and really, she wanted more.
But there was something missing from those encounters, something she couldn't quite define...And without it, she wasn't completely satisfied.
And here was Locke, the only man who refused to touch her in that way. Every night just before she went to sleep, Terra wondered if she appealed to him at all. She cast her mind back to the time of their meeting in the mines. There had been something between them, something that had flashed and then been subdued. What had it been?
She shook her head. Locke was a curious one. He promised to protect her, and he was keeping his word. But at the same time, she felt a muted anger, tension, and urgency within him. What was driving him?
Terra shrugged. They'd be reaching Figaro tomorrow, so he told her. Once there, she assumed he'd hand her over to whoever would next be in charge of her. Where would she go from there? Why was she in this situation in the first place? She hoped she'd get some answers about her existence, even as the questions about her sexual being were now being explored.