"I don't know. I don't know how Atia kidnapped you and I on that other island," she said simply, giving a little shake of her head. Her touches continued to move in slow, light circles, avoiding really sensitive spots and simply glorying in the feel of her skin, the familiarity of it all at points. "It seems impossible, but it's where you are. They have something that stole us from different worlds."

She leaned up, pressing her lips against the underside of Alkaid's chin, smiling as she caught her all to herself. She had every intention of screwing her again, but she was going to let her rest a bit, get some of her strength back. She wasn't going to be walking straight for a week when she was done with her.