Between her legs, he ran his tongue along her warm opening, finding that her juice was a bit salty, but he liked it. When he touched the rosy, throbbing little button he found at the top of the woman's opening, she gasped and screamed his name.
He remembered reading that women possessed a little rosy appendage that, with thousands of nerves directed to their brains, provoked what they called an orgasm, an instant of intense pleasure that ran through every corner of their bodies, exploding inside them and leaving them exhausted.
He brushed her again with his tongue, managing to hear his name again but this time in a whisper.
He nibbled and savored it for a few seconds, until Mireilla begged him in a voice broken by agitated breathing to enter her, that she needed to feel him.
He waited no longer. He positioned himself between her thighs, unzipping the fly of his pants, released his aching cock and thrusting in, plunging until he was completely inside her.
The warmth of her enveloped him and embraced him so tightly that he felt himself losing it, about to explode.
Nathaniel lay still, fighting the intense pleasure so as not to finish too soon.
“What are you waiting for Nathaniel?”
“Give me a minute. I'm about to…by the god of the sea, you drive me crazy. Feeling you so hot around me. Ah, fuck, I feel like I'm about to explode.”
“My romantic triton,” Mireilla lifted her hips and moved against him, causing his cock to rub her insides. “But for your information, I'm on the edge too.”
Nathaniel leaned his forehead against hers, staring at her.
“To be honest, I'm stunned; is it always this intense?”
“Not always,” Mireilla admitted, remembering many nights when she was still horny after her ex exploded inside her and fell on top of her, leaving her frustrated at not being able to reach the desired climax.
Nathaniel pulled out a few inches from inside her and then plunged back in again, beginning a dance as old as time itself.
Together they began to move in unison, panting each other's names. Nathaniel kept his eyes fixed on her beautiful face. She had her eyes closed, surrendering herself completely, letting herself be carried away by the sensations that swirled inside her.
“Nathaniel, harder, harder.”
He increased the rhythm of his thrusts, sinking until he touched her womb.
Mireilla wrapped her legs around his waist, seeking to feel him deeper, while she scratched his back with her nails, marking him, leaving reddish lines crossing from his shoulder blades to near the buckle of his pants.
Nathaniel found that sex in the human way was an experience that tritons missed because they were obtuse. He accepted that he always considered humans to be inferior creatures who only polluted his beloved ocean. How wrong he was.
His mind went blank, losing himself in the deep pleasure he was feeling, as his body tensed, like a bow about to shoot an arrow, and his balls gave a gasp before expelling the semen they produced.
With a surprised cry at the intensity of pleasure that engulfed him, Nathaniel screamed the name of his god in his native tongue, thrusting rapidly in and out of her, taking the last desperate thrusts.
Mireilla accompanied him, raising her hips to meet his every movement, gasping incoherent words that she herself did not understand. Her body reacted strongly to the triton's touch, accepting him completely, seeking relief that immediately took her by surprise at the alacrity of it.
She cried out his name, digging her nails into his back, tightening her legs around his waist. Her body exploded, and in her mind, she glimpsed lights of a thousand colors that accompanied her in her ascent to heaven.
After the seconds in which their hearts beat frantically, Nathaniel collapsed on top of her, crushing her with his weight before rolling to the side, taking her with him so that she was the one on top.
“That was…”
“Spectacular,” Mireilla finished the sentence, looking at him from the corner of her eye, enjoying the feel of him beneath her.
Nathaniel smiled, stroking her back languidly, trying to get her heart to a normal beat.
“I wouldn't have put it any other way. You really are a sorceress.”
Mireilla yawned, breaking the magical moment.
“I am not a sorceress. I am...” After such a long day in which she witnessed the fight between two mythological beings, she almost froze and was held tightly as she asked, she felt exhausted.
“My princess,” Nathaniel whispered, smiling as he watched her fall asleep in his arms.
That night, his heart was purified from the darkness that had poisoned him for years, and all because of the act of surrender of the human resting on him.
But before he could give himself completely to his little princess, he had one last mission to accomplish.
“Sleep, my pretty princess. I'll be back soon.”
He laid her down on the couch, covering her with a blanket he found on top of Eric's bed. He made sure she was comfortable and tucked in before walking towards the exit of the house, ready to fulfill his destiny. If he didn't get rid of his past first, he wouldn't be able to give himself to her as she deserved.
Nathaniel was opening the door when he felt a tug that made him let go of the knob.
On the other side appeared Eric who looked at him, surprised to see him shirtless and with a silly grin dancing on his face; luckily Nathaniel had remembered to insert his cock back into its prison, zipping up his pants.
Eric was the first to break the silence by saying.
“I know, I know, I shouldn't be here, but I need to make a call urgently, and I left my cell phone here.” He pointed to a place in the entrance where the small cell phone was on the wrought iron table.
Nathaniel raised an eyebrow. He didn't believe him.
“You could have used mine.”
“No. Because the number I need to call is in my address book.”
Nathaniel let him in. After all, it was his house; he couldn't refuse. But he followed close behind him, grunting in warning when he saw that he kept his eyes on the sleeping woman.
“Stop looking at her! She's mine.”
Eric turned, raising his arms as if he were being threatened with a gun.
“Hey, hey, cowboy, take it easy. I didn't come to take her from you.”
As if you could, Nathaniel thought, crossing his arms.
“Get the cell phone and get out.”
Eric walked past him and took what he came for, but before leaving the house, he took one last look at the woman who had upset his friend to this state.
I'm going to win the bet, he celebrated as he said goodbye to him and went to the bar to describe the woman and collect the hefty prize.
Whistling, Eric walked down the hill, thinking of what he was going to buy with the money he was about to get.
CHAPTER 12
Nathaniel waited to close the door until he lost sight of Eric; despite being his friend, if he considered him in the human concept, he did not trust him. He might as well go back to contemplate the woman more at ease and even take a picture of her with his cell phone in order to win that ridiculous bet that was going around and in which he was the absolute protagonist.
When he was sure that Eric was no longer near his house, he carefully closed the door, trying not to wake up his princess, and hurried to the sea. Before reaching the beach, he took off his pants that he left on a rock; he was not going to arrive naked at his friend's house. If anyone saw him, the rumors that would circulate the next day would ruin his modest tourism company, leading him to unemployment, along with Eric.
He ran across the sand until he hit the water, and only then did he stop and concentrate on change. In the blink of an eye, his legs came together; his skin wrinkled into the scales that would protect him from the cold of the sea and the erosion of the salt spray, and his tail appeared.
He swam with a speed similar to that of dolphins towards the cave where he had hid the warrior's cor
pse.
It didn't take him long to get there. He swam faster than the motor of his boat was capable of, and it took him only a few minutes to reach the cave.
The tide was low; the bottom of the cave was clearly visible. He was about to get stranded, but he reached the bottom of the cave, swishing his tail to avoid running aground. And there he found it: the staff of power tied with roots of his people to the rock.
With tense hands, he took it and looked at it. Memories of his childhood came to his mind, where his father wielded it in meetings with his generals and his advisors.
“So much power, the emblem of a King. I have been looking for it for so many years, and now that I have it in my hands…”
“You will give it to me to give to my King.”
Nathaniel looked back and met another triton warrior.
“I haven't come across another male of my species in years, and now you're coming out from under the rocks.”
The warrior remained unmoved by his words. Nathaniel sighed. The triton did not understand him; he had used human expressions.
“Give it to me!”
“Now I understand, seeing you. I used to be like that before I came to the island. Heartless, humorless, always thinking of my duty. But now, instead of being condemned to exile, I have been freed from the prison that was my existence.”
The warrior was exasperated; so much meaningless talk was completely unnecessary and useless. A real waste of time.
“Give me the staff, and you will be pardoned by my King. Your exile will come to an end, and you may return to where you belong.”
Nathaniel mocked the warrior with a laugh.
“I have found my home.” He lifted the staff and examined it wistfully, but when he remembered the beautiful woman waiting for him on the couch, his determination won the battle against the echo of his desire for revenge. He held it tightly in both hands and broke it in two. “Here it is.” He showed the warrior the two pieces of the weapon. “You will tell your King that the last descendant of the Klaider is dead.”
The warrior snarled, threatening him with the bluirt in his hands.
“Traitor! You have broken the staff of power; our god will punish you.”
“He will not. I have done what is best for all. This staff brought only death and destruction. The power it represents corrupts the hearts of those who crave it. My parents died because of it.”
The warrior advanced towards him with his bluirt raised.
“Silence, traitor! Enough talk, I will take your head to my King.”
“You will tell your King that I am dead and that you left my body in the abyss to be eaten by its inhabitants.”
“Why would I do that?”
Nathaniel prepared to make his next move. He would allow nothing to keep him from his female. Mireilla had struck a deep chord in his dark heart. At her side, after living beautiful and tense moments together with her, he finally understood that living in the past, remembering the attack on his family, was only driving him to madness and doom.
He still had resentment and hatred in his body, but he was sure that next to Mireilla, he would be able to free himself from his past, to form a future by her side, if she accepted him.
“You will do it.” He lunged quickly, moving his tail from side to side like a snake, taking the warrior by surprise and snatching the weapon he was carrying. “Or you will die like your friend.” With a nod of his head, he pointed to the bottom of the cave. The smell of death could be perceived in the air. It was not necessary to see the corpse to know that a murder had been committed there.
The warrior looked at him angrily.
“If you let me go free, I will come back for you with my men.”
“Wrong answer.” He slashed the bluirt across the warrior’s chest, sinking the hilt of the weapon. You'll pretend you killed me. You'll score points in the eyes of your King and forget about me. Or you will die tonight in the cave, and your body will accompany this one.”
The seconds that followed his ultimatum were tense, and at no time did Nathaniel lower his weapon.
“All right, traitor. You have my word. You are officially dead. You will not be able to return to Atleintais. Swear it on your honor as a triton. Neither you nor anyone else who bears your blood or your name will ever set foot in the kingdom again.”
Nathaniel, although he felt a pain in his chest when he turned his back on his past, on his race, he knew it was the right thing to do. He was condemning his future offspring to not know the beauties of his homeland, but the love that his Earth mother would bestow on him would make them forget to know the truth about his race.
“You are free, warrior. Fulfill your promise as I will.”
He nodded. Nathaniel then released him, but he kept the weapon.
“Now get out and forget about the location of the cave. Don't go near this sea.”
The warrior did not say a word as he turned around with the pieces of the staff in his hand. Now he had lost the power he possessed. Only a descendant with the blood of the triton who signed the deal with the god of the seas could make use of the staff or break it. Now his King could do nothing; it was two worthless pieces of metal, but at the same time, it was the symbol of the fall of the former monarchy.
Nathaniel looked at the bluirt in his hands. He would take it home. It would be his legacy to his son, a reminder of the past, but also to remember the promise he had made.
As the sun rose over the horizon, Nathaniel set off for the coast. If Mireilla woke up before he arrived, she would be nervous.
When he reached the beach, he changed his tail for legs and walked to the rock where he left his pants. As soon as he put them on, he ran towards Eric's house.
Left behind was his desire to overthrow the new King of Atleintais.
Now at last, he had a desire that overshadowed all other feelings.
To start a family.
To be by the side of his princess for the rest of his life.
He arrived just in time. As soon as he entered, his woman was waking up.
“Nathaniel?” murmured Mireilla sleepily, sitting up on the sofa.
“Yes, my princess. I'm here.”
Mireilla hugged him, murmuring against his chest.
“I dreamed you were leaving me.”
“I'll never leave you, princess.” He pulled her away so she could look into his eyes. “You have healed my heart, Mireilla. Teach me to love you as you deserve. I need you. Let me be by your side for the rest of your life.”
Mireilla wept with joy. She had dreamed that Nathaniel left her for her sister, returning the darkness that was her life before she stumbled upon him, literally, in the middle of a parade.
“Nathaniel, I love you. I love you. I love you.”
“I know, princess. How could you not?”
Mireilla gently smacked him on the chest.
“Hey! Powerful.”
“But you still love me, princess?”
Mireilla wrapped her arms around his neck, looking up at him lovingly.
“Yes, I still love you. I love you, my triton.”
Nathaniel embraced her and kissed her tenderly. In the kiss, he transmitted all the love he felt for the woman.
Because of her, he had renounced, or rather, he had freed himself from his obsession, achieving a peace that he had not felt for years.
Because of her, thanks to her, he was now happy.
“I love you, my princess. The Queen of my heart.”
And with a kiss, they sealed their promise of love.
CHAPTER 13
“It wasn't fair. This is not fair. It was already mine. I wanted a new powerboat so badly, and now how am I going to buy it?”
Nathaniel patted him on the back. Eric had been drinking pitcher after pitcher of beer for half an hour, complaining that he had lost his betting winnings. When he had arrived at the bar the night before to describe the woman he found that a dozen locals had already done so. Curious and jealous as hell, he asked wh
o the lucky prize-stealing fucker was.
And it turned out that Ethan, the old man at the motel was the one who first described the young woman, or rather the one who showed her picture to everyone.
Eric looked back. The old man was celebrating by drinking with the bar owner. Since his wife's death, he had not been down to the village. He didn't feel up to it, but thanks to the excitement of the prize, he had found the courage to do so.
Now he was celebrating in style. With the money he had won, he had to regain the glow that once possessed his beloved motel.
The room fell silent. Nathaniel then turned and saw her. His wife had just walked in.
They had an appointment at the town hall to formalize their union by signing some papers, but for him, she was already his lifelong companion. After telling her that he loved her so many times that he was unable to count them, he took her to Eric's bed and loved her tenderly, licking her body and drinking from her until she spilled in his mouth twice, and she begged him to enter her and love her completely.
“Hello, sweetheart.”
Mireilla greeted him with a kiss on the lips. Nathaniel grabbed her waist and deepened their shy kiss, stretching it out for a few minutes, when they broke apart, the bar erupted in laughter and whistles celebrating the future spouses.
Eric, on the other hand, muttered that his friend was a traitor for not telling him anything.
Nathaniel smiled at him as he sat Mireilla on his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. He loved feeling her so close, and both of them needed to be by each other's side.
“Don't be like that, buddy; aren't you happy for me?”
Eric took a swig of beer before answering.
“I wish you the best, but you cost me a new speedboat.”
Nathaniel was about to answer him when Eric suddenly let out an expletive, hitting the bar.
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