Nakiel Page 7

  And his muscles tensed as his fingers dashed along her clit, rubbing it whilst his tongue was deep inside of her.

  He makes sure to rub her clit with a great deal of enthusiasm, touching her womanhood at all the right spots on the interior and exterior to ensure that she would moan louder and louder, to ensure that she would be a quivering mess by the end of it. She tasted amazing, the sweetness that dripped from his tongue made him want to pin her down on her back right then and there and slide as deep as he could into her, she was shivering now, her toes curl as his tongue lashes over her insides again and again, she was close, he could tell from the way that her legs were quivering around his tongue.

  And he turns so that she would be able to sit on his face, she begins to grind against his mouth with his tongue still inside of her. Her blond hair flicks about her chest and she whimpers as she feels her orgasm approaching rapidly. Her hands rest on his chest and dash across the litany of muscles on his body before she finally arrives.

  "I'm cumming!" she groans.

  Her walls clenched around his tongue, Nakiel didn't quite understand what the term cumming meant but he quickly learned after these sessions with her. It was a word that he rather liked now, he liked to make her "cum" it was a practice that he took great joy in. And he loved every bit of her, every bit of how much pleasure she was feeling. Her entire body was waiting for him to claim it, waiting for him to simply slip as deep as he could inside of her.

  He grips her thighs and pulls away, he was hard now, his thick tip was swelling and ripping his heat down his blue shaft and she licks her lips as she gazes at his member. She was ready to take him, ready to accept every bit of him.

  "Do you promise to stay?" he asks her and she merely looks at him blankly, unsure if she should answer him or not.

  And she doesn't lie, she simply shakes her head and he grabs her, pinning her on her back and lifting her legs up as he slides into her in a show of force. His member slips deep into her womanhood while she moans loudly in reaction to him, she had to admit that the pleasure that she felt from whatever he did was incredible, she wanted every bit of him.

  Her legs spread and she takes him in as he grips her backside, growling in a show of aggression as he picks up the pace and goes faster and faster. His pace doesn't let him and she moans in reaction to it, her entire body was quivering now and she was ready to gush all over his member once again.

  "You are my mate and you shall obey." Nakiel orders her.

  She shakes her head, "No." she mutters in a show of defiance.

  And he picks up the pace once again, leaning into her as his crotch rubs against her and pressed against her clit, causing her even more pleasure as his tip strikes all the spots inside of her that would make her scream in pleasure, that would make her writhe and moan in reaction to him. She could feel him swelling now, his tip was ready to burst inside of her already and she was ready to feel it. She wanted those long ropes of seed to gush over her walls, every bit of what he had to offer her was granted and he shut his eyes before gripping the sides of the tub. The water was sloshing over her body, covering her breasts and her face in lines of slick, glimmering water that veiled her in this aura that almost made her look...heavenly.

  And that was enough to drive him over the edge as he slid all the way in.

  "You will obey me!" he orders her and spanks her one more time. She nods, the pleasure was far too much for her, she couldn't feel much besides that.

  She knew he was right, it only took him doing this to her to make her realize it.

  She was physically weak in comparison to him, he was in control and he would survive. In this show of force he was able to convey that feeling to her, the feeling that she wouldn't be of much use on the battlefield in this state, not without much more training which she had no time to pursue.

  She just had faith that he would succeed, it wouldn't change the fact that she was still nervous about the entire ordeal.

  "Ah!" he snarls as he gushes over her walls, his long ropes of seed coat her walls and her juices gush out onto his member, coating him in a mess as his tip drips its heat as he slides out of her.

  He looks into her eyes and pulls her in for a kiss, holding her in place as she feels her legs give in before they fall back into the baths. The showerhead turns on and the bath begins to drain after she presses a few buttons on the wall.

  She would just have to trust him.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  "I wonder what it's like all the time...I know that you can't really tell me but...." Heather states.

  The two of them were in bed, the sheer size of Nakiel made for a rather striking difference between the two physically. She didn't matter, she understood that he was her's and she was his, they belonged to one another.

  And they would be able to consummate this love should they be able to get off of this planet.

  Her hands dashed over his chest, he was rugged, strong, tough, and yet she saw him as fragile...perhaps that was just her excessive worry acting up. They hold one another each night as if it would be their last and she doesn't regret a single moment that she spends with him. The feeling of his warm body against her's was something that she would treasure for the rest of her life. If her life lasted a few more minutes then so be it, she would have experienced that joy that was him.

  And she loved him. She had to admit it.

  She and Sophie talked in the morning, usually it would consist of Sophia trying to dissuade her from this dedication to this ideal of not letting him go, her dedication towards this entire goal of going with him. Heather knew that it was unwise but she couldn't help the burning in her chest. Every day here at the base was the same, they were the most wondrous days of her life, every single day spent talking with her sister or Nakiel, the whole place was filled with this sense of cautious hope that was infectious. She just wished that it didn't involve Nakiel leaving, she wanted him to stay more than anything, she wanted him to stick around.

  And yet he would depart, he wouldn't linger for much longer.

  That was why these nights were the best.

  "It is more beautiful than you could ever imagine...I am sure that you'll like it." Nakiel relays to her.

  The dusty covers that they laid on shift slightly as the couple leans in to kiss one another. Their hands travel over one another's bodies and she shivers as his hips rub against her's. She has to stop herself from leaning forward to simply do it once again with him, they had already had sex earlier so this was probably going to be overkill for her. The physical attraction was otherworldly yes, but even more so than that was the pure emotional content of their relationship. It was absolutely infectious, every moment awake was spent thinking of him and of him thinking of her.

  Even Nakiel didn't expect this sort of intensity, this sort of relationship was alien to him but he accepted it. He didn't see it as a detriment although he was concerned at times of how it would affect his capability in battle.

  Was he growing soft?

  He had never bonded this closely to another being in all of his years of living and here she was to hold him, to tell him how much she loved him. He didn't know what to say in reaction to that sentiment. His brothers had provided that familial love of course but even they were rarely openly affectionate to one another.

  Usually he was purely focused on the goal of freeing their people from the shackles of extinction, of restoring themselves to their former state of power. He had never actually learned what it was like to be around others. Never before had he learned the intricacies of social interaction that he was now undertaking.

  Now he had to face them head on, a new world that he was unfamiliar with...and even scared of.

  He was scared of developing such a strong attachment to her. Sure he had valued her but this feeling was different. The value that he had felt prior was mostly due to the idea of restoring his people through her, now he had learned of her as a person, he had become familiar with her. She was jus
t this small human that he had to protect and cherish, to use as he pleased.

  She was an integral part of him now. She was everywhere that he looked, she lived in every sound that he heard and it drove him mad some days. The fact that she was still there with him, that she still lingered in every breath that he took.

  Was this what the humans had described as love? The true pinnacle of a mating bond?

  "I can't wait to see it." She says and the night lulls her to sleep as he remains in place, staring at the ceiling and nodding to himself.

  He would make sure that she would.

  He would leave that morning, she was still at unease with the idea but she understood that it was something that he would have to do. He gave her a small communicator so that they would be able to talk with one another or send each other messages to alleviate some of her worry. It certainly helped, not as much as the real thing but it certainly put her mind at a bit more ease knowing that his voice was just a touch away.

  And he couldn't leave without taking her one last time, without feeling her bare flesh against his.

  He was about to exit the room, his feet sliding against the sandstone with his claws dashing against the rock before he turned around, his weapons clung to his body and the tan cloak that he wore blew in the soft breeze. His small black horns peek through the light tan hood that he wore, his incredible height made it necessary for him to duck through doorways and even occasionally walk sideways through them due to his width.

  But he sees her there, staring at him with eyes full of worry.

  He wouldn't have to leave for another few hours, but he wanted to strategize and get an early start, she knew that.

  But he didn't care.

  He turns around and tosses his weapons and armor onto the floor before grabbing her and pulling her onto the bed. There was the smell of lust coming off of her, the distinct sweetness that came from her crotch, and he was getting harder by the minute.

  And they both wanted to feel it one last time.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  He was incredible, as he always was.

  Gone were the times of him simply grabbing her clothes and brutishly tugging them off and stretching the cloth in the process. He knows exactly where to reach and where to tug so that it all falls gracefully to her side. The white cloth drifts to the wayside as he captures her in another kiss that seems to only last a moment but in reality it was much longer. They just felt every moment in that fashion, as if every moment between them had ended too early, as if it had been simply torn away by the tyranny of time.

  And he grabs her once again.

  His incredible strength and size cause her to always inevitably end up on the bottom. She wasn't complaining, it felt much better this way, he was too wide for her to maneuver around his body sometimes and something told her that he rather liked being on top at the end of it all. He grabs her hips and kisses her once again before pecking her neck. She shivers and groans before he begins to slide his teeth and lips against her collarbone, kissing her there before she moans and arches her back, causing her breasts to jiggle before he captures them in his mouth as well. And he doesn't relent.

  He flicks her nipple rapidly back and forth using his tongue while it was inside of his mouth. Her Moaning only grows louder and louder as his teeth press gently into her flesh and he bites her nipple before pulling it. She whimpers once again to drive him on and he doesn't stop. He kisses her stomach before reaching her thighs and licking them. He kisses the spot of her pelvis near her womanhood which only causes her to grow even wetter. She was dripping now, practically begging for him to give it to her, to grant her the pleasure that she feels nearly every time that they do this. He slips his two fingers inside of her and leaves a single hand on her backside, gripping and rubbing the cheeks. It almost triples but the pleasure that she derived from it was far greater than any sort of laughter that she would have derived from it. As his fingers sink inside of her and roll over that pleasurable spot of her's, she tries to resist the urge to climax right there but she holds back by grabbing onto his back and holding him while he presses his lips around her clit and gently licks it. He uses his rather dexterous tongue to roll her clit back and forth while his lips continue to pull, tugging on her flesh while the heat continues to drip from her entrance.

  "Oh yes, please, please Nakiel." She moans. "Say it again." He orders her.

  She looks at him quizzically, "What do you mean?"

  "My name, say it again."

  "Lu-ZON!" she moaned as his fingers picked us up.

  He continued to lick and suck her clit while her juices continued to gather on his fingers the more he drifted his fingertips against her walls. She was shivering now, her entire body was under the control of his hand and his mouth and that was just the way she wanted it at the moment. She wanted him to be in control of her, for her to feel like his mate in every way. And it happens every time that they touched, every time that he so much as hugged her.

  He grabs her thighs and pulls her in with his friend while he continues to stir his fingers inside of her. She was groaning now and her eyes were shut as her teeth clenched together. Her hands reached out to wildly grip anything that she could find before she settled on some cloth on the bed. Her moaning only grows louder as she reaches the apex. His fingers pressed into that special spot of her and she groaned before she squirted her fluids over his lips and his hands, drenching the blue flesh in her lust before he slipped out of her. Her body was still quivering but she was still receptive, she still wanted more.

  But she had to reward him first.

  "Come." He orders her and she obeys, crawling over to his massive member before he grabs the back of her head and lowers her towards it.

  She nods.

  "Pleasure me." He commands.

  "Yes my mate." She moans.

  Her lips wrapped around his tip before she sank him even deeper inside of her. The tip of him rubs her inner cheek and presses against her tongue which she lashes in circles continuously around his member as he continues to sink into her. He growls and his muscles tensed, she could see the small veins on thighs swell as his manhood was engorged with blood. The prickle of his claws slides along the back of her head but does her no harm as he continued to sink inside of her. His growling doesn't cease in intensity as he continues to sink himself deeper and deeper. Her tongue lashes in circles and she begins to feel some of his lust spill out onto her tongue. Her lips pursed around the base of his member and that blue flesh of his heats up the more she slides her mouth back and forth, giving him every thrust that he wanted before he stops her, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her onto her back before spreading her legs and sliding into her.

  The first moan was always the best for him.

  Her eyes shut and her breath escapes her as she moans loudly, he continues to pick up the pace while he is inside of her, as his tip presses and swells against his depths. He doesn't relent and only picks up the pace, his hands clasped around her breasts and massage them while rolling her nipples under his fingers.

  "Oh god, oh god that feels so good! Oh yes, yes, ah!" she moans, most of it came out as incoherent since she couldn't exactly think straight with this beast of a man inside of her.

  But it felt good, that much she understood.

  He grabs her wrists and holds her in place while he continues to sink into her. Sometimes he would only give shallow thrusts only to surprise her by going rather deep. She loved the little surprises that he snuck in at times. He continues as his tip throbs and swells inside of her, striking all the right areas to make her moan for him, to make her quiver around his massive member. The swelling was only increasing at this point and he wasn't relenting, his pace was picking up if anything. The bed was rocking back and forth and she moaned with every move that he did. He has to position himself carefully so that she wouldn't have to bear his weight.

  "Yes, yes, oh more, more! Please don't stop Nakiel!" she cries.

  His
musculature tenses and he grits his teeth, his long fangs peek out from his lips as he rocks her back and forth. She can't stand the pleasure, she can't stand what he was doing to her. It felt too good and she was beginning to feel herself get close to her orgasm. She could tell that he was close as well from the look on his face. His eyes were rolling back and his hands were tightening around her wrists. He wasn't going to relent and that was just the way that I liked it.

  And with a look she gives him permission to go even harder.

  He grips her hands and pulls them back so that her breasts could bounce in between her arms. He groans loudly before sinking himself as deep as he could and roaring. His tip gushes its long ropes of hot seed over her walls and she whimpers as she is coated in his heat. It drips over her walls as her juices drift down his member and onto his balls. They settle there, glistening against the blue skin before he pulls out of her and looks ahead. Ahead to the doorway.

  "Goodbye my love, I shall return." He states and gives her a kiss on the lips while she was too exhausted to stop him from leaving, the exertion that they had just gone through had been enough to cause her to settle for a moment and he uses the moment to depart.

  And she can do little but watch.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  The journey was going to be arduous so he made stock up on all that he would need, especially water.

  Verotans were the ultimate warriors for a series of reasons, their ability to function without basic needs for extended periods of time was one of them but even Nakiel didn't want to challenge the Karakasis desert in that regard. As such, she took a variety of jugs of water along with him.

  The first day was the dullest. He was practically retracing his steps to escape from the mountain range.

  He could move a lot faster without the humans to watch over but the journey did seem fairly duller. Mostly because he didn't have Heather to talk to during all of this, yet he could take in the sights. The beauty of the desert and the snow-capped mountains were a comfort in such distressing times. From what he understood the danger would begin once he was on the ground.