6.1 Recompense

The next few days are uncomfortably tense as you concentrate your efforts on recreating a portion of the map still in your possession. During that time you've learned a bit more about your temporary residence. After taking a much needed wash in the nearby river, you caught a glimpse of Boyd working on a small, slightly familiar looking aircraft. Something in the back of your mind has been bothering you about it since then, however, you're far too distracted by your current task. Though there is an abundant source of water, food continues to remain scarce. So far you seem limited to one to two meals a day, only receiving a small portion of James' ration. Presumably part of his negotiation to keep you here.

His previous words regarding the matter have not been forgotten, weighing heavily in the back of your mind. The closer you draw to completing your work, the closer you become to your inevitable repayment. Halfway through the endeavor, the distraction becomes somewhat unbearable. Deciding if you must go through with this, you would rather just be done with it. Setting the sketch aside, you slowly get up and dust off the lingering charcoal from your hands. Hesitantly, you glance over to where James is sitting, in the process of cleaning a handgun. After taking a deep inhale, you silently make your way over.

His head tilts slightly in your direction when you stop to stand beside him. Wordlessly, you watch his careful movements. After a moment, somewhat absentmindedly, you take a seat next to him and start handing him parts when he begins to reassemble the piece. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as you wordlessly work in tangent. Aware of your proximity, you use the opportunity to allow your fingers to brush against his when passing over the parts. You can feel his eyes glance over at you briefly before returning to his actions. Internally chastising yourself for blushing, you clear your throat softly.

"I was wondering," You begin falteringly, suddenly realizing you're unsure what to say. "Um, would you mind joining me on a walk... so I can test the accuracy of my map."

Quickly turning your head away, you wince lightly at your somewhat unconvincing request. Hesitantly, you slowly glance back over to see a slightly confused look on his face. Despite this, he nods in agreement before standing up. Tucking the now reassembled weapon into the waistband of his pants, he turns to offer you a hand up. Glancing at it warily, you slowly slip your hand into his and stand up.

"We may as well head out now while it's still early." He comments, indicating for you to gather your things.

A few minutes later, you are following him down the path that leads to the border of the nearby forest. Anxiously fiddling around with the strap of your satchel, you trail behind James slowly. After some time of walking in silence, you pretend to study your map while lost in thought. Your plan is beginning to seem less ideal, though you're sure it's your only current method of ensuring isolation. Once you've progressed far enough inside, you slowly falter to a stop. Looking back at you, James lifts an eyebrow in confusion.

"Something wrong?" He queries, taking the opportunity to stretch his shoulders.

Your eyes briefly glance over his tall figure and you feel yourself grow hesitant again. Running a hand through your hair, you exhale softly. After steeling your nerves, you **** yourself to take a few steps forward.

"I was thinking about that favor I owe you." You remark casually, ignoring the increased beating of your heart.

James' eyebrow arches again, this time in surprise. Cocking his head to the side, he seems to spend a moment contemplating your words. Eventually, a self-pleased smirk spreads over his face and he slowly moves forward. His hand slides down the side of your arm and curls around your wrist, pulling you closer to him. Your body tenses when his torso brushes against you.

"I've also been thinking about that." He replies in a husky tone, grabbing onto the lapel of your shirt and running his fingers down it.

Your blush deepens as his hand brushes against your flushed skin. Swallowing nervously, you reach up and slowly undo the top few buttons of your shirt. James' smirk broadens slightly before his hand runs down further, pulling the shirt open. Wincing lightly as you hear some of the buttons clatter against the ground, you quickly turn your attention back to him. A small tremble courses through your body when his hand wraps around your bare waist. Seeming unable to hold back any longer, he roughly pushes you back, forcing you against one of the nearby trees.

A soft gasp escapes from your lips as you're uncomfortably pinned between it and his lean frame. Squirming slightly, you flinch when he leans down and you feel stubble scrape against your soft neck. Warm breath brushes against your skin and you hear him groan lightly. The hand around your waist tightens as his other one runs over your bare breast. Closing your eyes, you struggle against his painful grip, unable to to pull away. The rough touch of his hands on your delicate skin eventually elicits a soft groan, as you find yourself reluctantly responding to the unwanted contact.

When his hand continues moving down your side, you unconsciously lean back, allowing him better access. Somewhat impatiently, he begins fumbling with the button of your jeans. A moment later, you feel the garment slipping down your thighs while his fingers loop under the waistband of your panties. Another, more audible, gasp is heard when his fingers brush against your long neglected clit. Feeling a rush of warmth in your lower half, you arch into his touch instinctually. Chuckling softly, James presses his weight against you further while his fingers begin moving. Your eyes roll back slightly as you become lost in the pleasurable sensation.

Warm liquid slowly trickles down your inner thigh, helping lubricate his actions. A small shudder runs through your body when it's brought to climax. Grabbing onto his forearm for support, you pant lightly while regaining your composure. Appearing pleased by this display, James smirks again before swiftly pulling the flimsy garment down and reaching for his own waistband. His eyes lock onto your own as he slowly removes his handgun and tosses it a few feet away. Unwilling to risk it, you keep your eyes fixed on his, while reaching forward to begin unbuckling his belt.

His fingers wrap around your hand as he pulls it up then slips it under the band. Your eyes widen in surprise when your hand comes into contact with warm, taut skin. Blushing again, you cautiously run your hand down along the hard surface. James places his arm against the tree behind you, leaning forward and closing his eyes. Biting your lip nervously, you slowly slip your fingers around the large member and slide them back up. The soft groan you're met with emboldens you to continue your motions. His other hand remains looped around your back, pulling you slightly closer as his fingers dig into your side.

Ignoring the pain, you concentrate on maintaining a steady, firm pace. Slightly daunted by it's size, you find yourself growing increasingly trepidatious of what's likely to follow. Glancing down to view your actions, you feel your skin grow flush. In spite of your hesitation, you cannot help but feel aroused at the somewhat illicit nature of the situation. Still, when James reaches down and starts buttoning his pants, your heart rate begins increasing again. Inhaling deeply, you quickly avert your gaze away as your anticipation grows. You jump slightly when his hand brushes against your thigh and his fingers curl around your flesh.

Only half reluctantly do you slowly part your legs, bracing yourself for the inevitable contact. The fabric of James' shirt rubs against your bare torso as he presses against you. Closing your eyes, you flinch when uncomfortable pressure is felt at your tight entrance. Gasping out, your fingers quickly dig into his arm as his large member sinks into you. Groaning deeply, James loops an arm under your leg before roughly slamming against you. Another gasp is heard as air is **** out of your lungs. Wincing slightly, you try to shift into a more comfortable position unsuccessfully.

Rough tree bark scrapes against your back through your shirt while you're continuously pushed against it. More liquid runs down your legs as you find yourself increasingly responsive to the uncontrolled aggression. Moaning softly, you place your arm around his shoulder, pulling yourself closer to him. Leaning down further, James arm tightens around your waist as he lifts you off the ground. Fastening your arm around him in surprise, you quickly wrap your free leg around him. Tilting your head back against the tree, you enjoy the added pleasure the new position provides.

After a moment, the increased sensation becomes somewhat unbearable. Moaning again, your nails pierce into his skin as another orgasm quickly over takes you. You feel your weight press against him as you relax slightly into his embrace. Breathing out softly, you appreciate his now slower, more rhythmic pace.

"Oh, God, yes." You hear yourself groan while arching further into him.

James chuckles again, and you feel the rough skin of his cheek graze against the crook of your neck.

"You didn't expect to enjoy this." He muses playfully, his warm breath dancing across your flushed skin.

Biting your lip, you chose not to respond, instead tilting your head to the side to encourage his movements. His mouth gently brushes against your skin before he roughly bites down on it. Gasping in surprise, you find yourself unable to move as his pace increases again. Grimacing lightly, you unsuccessfully press against his shoulder in an effort to ease some of the weight placed on you. Small exhales are **** out of your while his torso repeatedly slams against you. Struggling to maintain your grip around him, you feel yourself sliding down with each movement.

James leans his shoulder against you painfully, pinning you against the tree. Panting lightly, he continues roughly thrusting into your now increasingly tender opening. Whimpering softly, you're unable to stop your body from its maintained arousal. A sudden burst of pleasure erupts inside, eliciting a loud cry of pleasure. James' actions only increase upon hearing your response. A moment later, he suddenly loosens his grip, quickly lowering you. Wincing as you come into contact with the ground, you're hardly allowed time to react before his large appendage is shoved into your unexpectant mouth.

**** slightly, you barely gasp in a breath of air as his shaft is **** down your throat. Tears spring into the corner of your eyes while he repeatedly thrusts the thick member in and out of your mouth. Finally, he pauses and a large flood of warm liquid runs down your throat. Still ****, you quickly pull away and take several deep breaths. Thick strands of the viscous liquid trickle down your chin as you attempt to steady your breath. Once you've regained some composure, you slowly wipe the liquid away with the back of your hand before cautiously standing up.

Looking over at James, you're unsure how to feel after the somewhat unexpected encounter. He runs a hand through his now damp locks and lets out a deep sigh. Glancing over at you, he gives you a somewhat patronizing wink.

"It seems you were worth the wait after all." He comments, his tone indicating he means it as a somewhat sincere compliment.

Choosing to dismiss your initial reaction to respond defensively, you instead offer him a wry smile. Though the situation is hardly ideal, you're somewhat confident you've succeeded in securing more permanent lodgings. After redressing, you silently follow him back to the hangar, lost in thoughts over the prior events.