A small twinge of fear gripped her but she was too weak to protest. This was happening and she wanted it to. Still, she was afraid of the outcome. A small part of her was afraid of never seeing her father again. The sensations running through her quickly pushed her fear away. Soon, she forgot about her reservations as Mirsux sucked on her labia.
He inhaled deeply and raised his face to the ceiling where he let out a howl, much like a wild animal. His head dipped again and sank into her secret, parting her labia expertly with his tongue. She jumped at the contact of electricity to flesh. He held her fast, preventing her from moving. The tip of his tongue wiped along her opening lingering on her button.
She wanted to scream, but she placed her hands over her mouth and moaned, twisting her body this way and that. When she thought he was done torturing her, he licked her clitoris again, giving her body an extreme jolt from the shock. Then she felt him plunge his tongue inside her and her body exploded. Her dam broke and spilled, releasing hot springs.
“Oh God!” she groaned as she stiffened and allowed her orgasm to complete.
Mirsux was just beginning. He continued to massage her with his tongue. A million tiny needles pricked her from all sides. As quickly as she had awakened the first time, her body began to awaken again. Soon her woman place was throbbing, her walls aching to be accommodated.
Mirsux raised his head and looked into her eyes once more. They’d completely glazed over and his lids drooped with desire. This made her want him even more. She cupped his face and brought it close to hers.
“Take me now,” she whispered.
He raised himself and gently settled between her thighs. She felt him place his manhood at her opening. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed his neck and face. Her body was ignited, desperate to be appeased. She wanted him to feel the pleasure he brought her.
She wiggled her hips willing him to enter. Smoothly he pushed his hips forward and entered her chamber. It went in partway and met a barrier. She urged him by also pushing her hips forward. He withdrew and dipped again. This time he was in. He raised his hips once more and dipped. She could feel him fill her as her walls closed around him.
Their lips met as their bodies both started to dance to the tune of their inner Z’raschein, as they completed the Kompadrous. Each thrust created a new thrill. She felt her insides melt with each thrust of his shaft. Each bump and ridge sent her over the edge. Soon she was ready to explode again. What started as a tingle at the top of her head, travelled like an electric volt to the sole of her feet, her toes curled with the rapturous pleasure flowing through her.
Then it happened, a bigger more explosive eruption in her core. The Diainspar illuminated with the volcanic eruption she could not contain. Hot lava flowed forth, spilling unto her husband’s massaging member. His movements had become rapid as she gripped him with extreme force, while she arched and let out a shrill scream, which echoed in the room. Her body convulsed as she completed a second orgasm. For several minutes, the spasm of shock, after shock rocked her body.
Mirsux smiled as he increased the tempo of his own rhythm. He was electrified, his hairs stood on end and the energy demanded an explosion from within and without. He gritted his teeth and commanded his body to wait for her. Now he felt his own dynamite ready to implode. Deep within his belly, the ball of fire waited. His scrotum tingled with the sparks of fire and traveled up his organs.
It hit him first in his brain, sending electric signals down his spine. It then travelled down his torso and then his belly. The emission from the sword effused with his own current. The fireball exploded, sending light emanating from his core, blinding even himself, that he had to close his eyes. The radiation then spilled and erupted through his member, spilling into the cavern of his bride.
Ariella was blinded by a great light, which erupted with Mirsux’s explosive orgasmic release. She felt him bulge within her and stiffened. She closed her eyes from the blinding glare and clung to him. He closed his eyes and dipped his head, letting out a fierce howl at the peak of his rapture.
Chapter 11
It was morning. By Ariella’s count, it’s been two weeks since her marriage. She lay with her eyes closed as Mirsux slipped from the bed. She could feel his gaze upon her and she feigned sleep in order for him to let her be. She’d been doing that as the days went by. It was not intentional for her to deceive him, however, a leaden feeling had slowly begun to settle within the epicenter of her core. With that burden came a lackluster feeling. She did not wish to get out of bed or interact with anyone, especially since she’d begun to feel like a prisoner.
It started a week ago. Mirsux left early in the morning with the Ysark, citing that he was in training along with some of the Nabalar men. He insisted that the planet was in danger of one known as Julkaz, the Xygor prince.
Up until a week ago, Ariella believed that life on Nabalar settled to a nice cozy existence. She was pampered as the princess she’d become; however, she was hardly allowed out on her own. The few times she managed to slip away to the garden, her mother-in-law threw a fit.
“You must never venture out on your own. It is dangerous out there, my daughter,” Heffun said.
On that day in question, she’d managed to elude the guards and roamed freely outside the palace. She went to the village and back to the garden before returning home. With Mirsux attending to Nabalar business, which she was still barred from partaking, boredom had overcome her. She enjoyed the serenity of the garden and liked the way the plants reacted to her presence. At least, she felt she could communicate with them.
“I just needed some fresh air,” she had replied.
She’d never seen Heffun act out of character, which was always calm and sometimes arrogant. This was new and it amused Ariella. She was curious as to the queen’s behavior.
“You should have taken a guard, no need to go alone,” she chided.
“Yes, Mother,” she bowed slightly.
The queen lifted a hand and gently caressed her cheek. Ariella did not know what to make of it. Heffun’s lips curled in a smile and her eyes sparkled.
“No harm must ever come to you,” Heffun said in her silvery tone.
Since that day, the queen instructed that an attendant or guard must always avail himself to her. After two weeks, she started to feel like a prisoner. She felt that she had no privacy, except when locked in her chambers, and that’s where she began to spend most of her days. Deep within her chest began an uneasy feeling. Gradually it permeated her entire body that she never wanted to leave her room. On this particular day, she pretended to be asleep when Mirsux arose.
He leaned over and kissed her forehead, before heading to the bathroom. Her body ignited at his touch and she had to draw on her inner strength not to writhe with the electrical charge that ran through her.
Subsequent to their ‘wedding night’, they had not made love. Her body ached with need of him, while her mind ached with the need to find her father. Whenever she broached the subject with the queen, however, it was ignored or dismissed. To appease her, they would tell her it would soon happen.
As Mirsux exited the room, she turned over and groaned. Not only was she unwilling to remove herself from the bed, she was not hungry. In fact, she had been experiencing nausea for a few days. She opened her eyes and they caught the Diainspar. The fire in the center was getting bigger and this marveled her. The orange glow illuminated the entire stone, bringing out other dormant colors. It was as if she was looking at a prism of sorts with the varying sparkles of colors.
Someone knocked on the door and startled her. She tore her gaze away from the stone and answered. “Yes?”
A female attendant, one of the few that existed, entered. Ariella especially liked this one. She was different from the others with eyes of an unusual shade of blue. She reminded her of the Xygor prince whom she’d briefly seen. The maid kept her hair covered at all times, but she had a lovely face that was slightly angular rather than oval.
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p; The attendant bowed slightly and spoke in a soft unassuming tone, “Princess, your presence is requested at the dawning meal.”
Ariella sighed, the heaviness in her stomach weighing her down. “Breakfast? I’m not hungry, please ask the king and queen for my pardon. I’ll be staying in bed a while longer.”
“Princess, should I bring it here?” the female asked.
“What is your name?” she ignored the alien’s question.
The woman’s eyes flicked to hers and then lowered. “It is Ubea, Princess,” she replied softly.
“Thank you Ubea, but I’m not hungry. I’ll be going back to sleep.”
The attendant bowed gracefully once more and departed with a small smile. Ariella turned over and buried her face in the plush pillows. After taking a few deep breaths, she did find herself drifting off. She relaxed her body and let the fatigue she was feeling sink in.
Sensations she was now familiar with darted from her ears and meandered their way down the center of her back. Electrified lips nibbling her ear awakened her from sleep. She was unclear of how long she’d been asleep. She opened her eyes and turned to meet the gaze of Mirsux, whose forehead knitted in a frown.
He touched the corner of her eye with the tip of his finger. “Your tears stain the pillow, my princess.”
She wiped her eyes and looked at the water mark on the pillow. She had been crying in her sleep. This was odd, that her tears had seeped through her dreams into reality.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Mirsux lowered his head and lightly kissed her lips. She opened her mouth for a deeper kiss and he took her tongue. He gently caressed it and growled at the thrill that passed through them both. She wanted him to touch her and kiss her longer, but she felt weak to her stomach.
“Come,” he said, breaking the kiss and searching her eyes. “You are sad. First we cheer you up and then we return to bed.”
Her heart leaped at the prospects of returning to bed. She frowned. “What time is it?” she asked.
“It is past the setting of the sun.”
“I slept all day?”
Her eyes widened in wonder. It was strange. It did not feel like an entire day. It seemed like just a few minutes since Ubea checked in on her. She was still drowsy, and would still be sleeping if he hadn’t aroused her.
He took her hand and helped her from the bed. As she stood, she realized how sluggish she felt. She removed her sleeping garment and dressed. Mirsux took her hand again and led her to the elevator. They did not stop at the great room, but came out at the back of the building.
“Where are we going?” she asked, almost breathless from trying to keep pace with him.
“To your favorite place,” he grinned.
It was true. The garden was her favorite place on the planet and she often went there to soothe her mind. She should have gone there in the morning, but she had been feeling listless for the past few days.
Seeing the varied colors and species perked her spirits and she smiled. She moved from plant to plant, touching the ones that would allow her. Mirsux was close behind, she felt his energy with every move she made. Occasionally she turned to gaze upon his face as it fixed on her. Slowly the lethargy she was feeling dissipated, to be replaced by a ravishing need for food. Still, she was not about to spoil the mood by telling him. Knowing Mirsux, he would drag her back to the palace and insist that she eat. She decided to wait.
When she looked at him, next he was holding a transparent rose out to her. She took it and brought it to her nose. The scent titillated her senses and evoked another need within her that had nothing to do with food.
“Thank you.” She flung her arms around her husband’s neck and happily embraced him.
“Your eyes have lost their glow. I do not wish for it to be so again. I will urge my parents to start the search for your father,” he replied.
She searched his eyes. “Do you mean that?”
“Yes,” he beamed and kissed her lips.
They were still in each other’s arms when she felt his back stiffen and his head snapped up. His golden skin darkened a few shades to a bronze hue and his eyes sparkled luminously. Ariella was concerned as Mirsux’s face took on a severe look. He looked around intently as though checking the parameters and stepped from her embrace.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, her chest tightening.
He reached down to his side. “My Ysark,” he said. “It is within the palace.”
“What’s happening?” she insisted, her fear rising.
As soon as the words left her mouth, a loud alarm went off from the area of the palace. The sound reminded her of the sirens when there was a fire or other emergency back on earth. She could hear movements like running feet along the path near the garden. The soldiers were seeing to what had gone wrong. They had no idea that she and Mirsux were outdoors.
He turned to her with what seemed like flames in his eyes, “We are not alone. They are here.”
“Who?” she asked with a frown.
At that moment, a bright yellow beam shone down from above and settled on the prince. He tried to move but Ariella could see that he was affixed in place. Her eyes widened as she looked upward and made out the tracing of a ship. It seemed to be trying to mask itself as she could barely make out the imprint of it. When her eyes returned to her husband, he was fading into the beam.
“No...no…Ariella…,” he was saying. She could hear his voice fading as well.
“Mirsux!” she shrieked.
She tried to get close but a force field pushed her away. Fear caused her heart to beat unevenly and the hair on her head stood on end. She didn’t know what was happening, but she knew it could not be good. A feeling of dread enveloped her and she tried to get close to him, but the force field kept pushing her away. With the fading of Mirsux before her eyes, she could feel a part of her ebbing away.
“Mirsux! NO!” she cried. “HELP! HELP MEEEEE!” She screamed. “Mirsux, you can’t leave me!”
Within a second of her screaming about a dozen guards appeared. They looked with shocked faces as the last of the prince disappeared above. The beam snapped off and the ship zapped away warp speed.
“NO…NO!” She screamed, holding the sides of her head.
“Princess, we must get you inside the palace now!” one of the guards insisted.
“No, I’m not leaving here. Where is he? I need Mirsux,” her voice sounded distant to her. “What happened to him? What was that?” she snapped her questions at the guards.
Her chest felt as if something sharp had wedged itself in it. Deep in her core was a pain she could not fathom. No, her mind refused to accept what she witnessed. She told herself he was playing hide and go seek with her. He’d brought her to the garden to cheer her up, so this was it. She moved to go in search of him when someone blocked her path.
The guard who normally accompanied her held his hands out to stop her. “Princess, the Xygor Prince took him.”
“What? How do you know this?” her voice was incredulous.
“The ship bore the Xygor crest. I saw the marking before it disappeared.”
A shuffling drew her attention to the approach of the other royal guards. The king and queen were leading the procession. Ariella had never seen them leave the palace and her heart started racing. No, her mind was still telling her. But, as they approached, she knew the harrowing truth. Their faces bore the evidence of the misfortune of the preceding few minutes.
“No,” she whimpered.
“Ariella!” Heffun’s voice was harsh.
Ariella cringed and stepped back. Her fear multiplied and her eyes widened in terror. What will they do to her now? Will they get rid of her now that the prince was gone? Was the prince gone?
“Get inside the palace this instant!” the queen’s voice broke through her panic.
“No!” she yelled. “I cannot leave without my prince.”
“Your prince is now a Xygor captive, there is nothing you can d
o now,” Heffun approached. She stepped back resisting the queen’s advances.
Her eyes stung and sorrow bubbled in her chest. With all her might, she fought the urge to give in to tears. She continued to step back until a sharp object sliced the skin at the back of her thigh.
“Ouch!” she yelped and spun around to see red fluid on an Alzanua petal with blood trickling down the back of her leg.
“Ariella,” the queen was upon her and gripping her arm. “Get inside now. You will be safer there.”
All the guards surrounded her as if they felt she would flee. A hysterical laugh welled in her chest but she suppressed it. Where would she flee? She almost let out the crazy laugh. Was she now a prisoner? She wondered. Would they send her back to earth as Heffun had stated? What now?
With heavy feet, she wobbled back into the haven of the large metal building. She was not a prisoner it seemed. The palace seemed empty without Mirsux there. The doors were locked and re-enforced from inside. She paid it little mind. Her thoughts were on Mirsux and how she could save him.
She paced the great hall while Heffun watched her. The queen’s face seemed hardened. Ariella could not determine if it was directed at her, or the enemies that took her son. Briefly, she wondered if they blamed her.
“We need to save him,” she knelt at the feet of the queen with her plea.
“You will do nothing!” Heffun’s voice carried through the room. “You will rest and stay inside where it is safe.”
“But Mother,” her eyes stung as they welled with the tears she had tried to suppress. “I cannot do nothing. I…I…need him.”
Heffun stared at her. Her eyes and face softened. She reached down and caressed Ariella’s hair. “You must take rest now, Daughter. The prince will be fine. He is the prince of Nabalar. He will be fine,” she soothed, then turned her eyes upon her husband as if looking for confirmation. “Will he not be fine, my king?”
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