Nakiel

by C. R Corbin

"I'm not going to just come with you all of a sudden because I don't trust you enough!" She reflects loudly and he is startled, taking a backstep before steeling himself and grabbing her.

  "What are yo-" she begins but he pulls her in for a kiss that she doesn't necessarily resist as she lets her lips mash against his. She moans loudly and shivers in pleasure as he pulls her down to the ground, lifting up her shirt and tossing it aside before slipping his mouth over her breasts.

  "Ohhhh." She shivers in pleasure.

  Her eyes shut and she lets herself submit to him. She desperately wants him to pleasure her to every extent that he knows how to. She felt this sexual tension with him this entire time and only now was it evident that he felt the same way from how he had talked about making her his mate. He desperately wanted her to feel every bit of what he could offer her, he was offering her something that was not common in any realm, human or Verotan.

  The right to mate with a prince.

  Her moans when he runs his tongue over her nipples over and over again told him that he was doing a fine job. He wasn't entirely sure about how good his skills were in comparison to other males but it appeared that instincts were all that he needed to make her feel good. And she did feel good.

  Heather had never felt this way before, never before has a man been able to do this to her and she was shocked that it was even happening. She wasn't ashamed of herself physically but even she could tell that she didn't stack up against many other girls. It was a fact that she had long since accepted but here was this man that was far more muscular than any other male that she had ever seen and far more handsome as well, this man was pleasuring her without shame or worry, he simply grabbed her and showed her every bit of what he could offer her.

  And she loved it.

  Her legs cinch around his back and pull him in while his lips remain on her neck. He continued to kiss her there before returning to her breasts and flicking her nipples several times with his tongue while she moans in pleasure. Her body quivers and her back arches as she feels him kiss her stomach, a path was being drawn with each kiss towards her womanhood which is quickly revealed after he tugs her pants off.

  "Oh god, oh please, please touch me there." She whispered.

  She didn't feel in control of herself, it felt like she was losing herself in fact and with every kiss that he gave her body and every suckle it felt like she was descending further and further into this realm of madness. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know what to say to him but all she knew was that she wanted more of whatever he was doing to her. Because it felt so, so good. She feels his tongue dart across her womanhood and her back arches as she opens her mouth to scream. The air down here made it nearly impossible and she was already covered in sweat. She would get dehydrated soon enough if they were to continue but she would worry about all that later. Besides, it looked like he had some water on him and he seemed more than willing to share if it came to it. And so she surrenders herself to him.

  Her eyes shut and she let his tongue rub against her clit while a single finger of his slipped in. He was a seven-foot tall man that was about three times her weight and made of rock hard muscle so a single finger of his was more than enough to fill her out. She whimpers as she feels his fingertips curl upwards to dash against that special spot inside of her, it rushes over her flesh and she begins to moan loudly as she does so but muffles herself before he reminds her of the shield that he had erected around them.

  And so he continues to whip his tongue against her there while his fingers move back and forth in an attempt to please her. Her body shivers and her eyes shut while she attempts to gather her thoughts. It just felt so good that she was unable to express anything without it coming out as some sort of incoherent moan. She grabs the back of his head and pulls him in even more as she feels his fingers begin to dig into that swelling mass inside of her before she lets it all flow out. Her fluids dash against his face while his fingers curl up against that spot and he growls into her to increase the vibrations against her womanhood. Her eyes roll back and she lets the pleasure consume her while her body shakes and she lets her walls tighten around his fingers that dig deep inside of her. Her hands clench the sands underneath her and she bites her lip before it finally ends and she stops quivering.

  She relaxes and he gets to his feet, putting her on her hands and knees before rubbing his member against her backside. "Do you reconsider my offer after what I have shown you?" he asks her and she desperately wants to simply submit to him. She just wants to surrender and live a life of pleasure with him but something stops her from going there. She didn't know what it was but something told her that she couldn't do this. Perhaps it was her conscious speaking up. And she refuses once again. "I do not. I am not coming with you. I will not go with you with my people being corralled into the servitude and bondage that currently binds them." She definitely states, even with the pleasure flowing through her, she could express that much. He narrows his eyes, never before has he been slighted like this and he couldn't believe that she was actually rejecting his offer. He was under the impression that what he was offering to her was actually quite nice, that it was a privilege to be with him but it was becoming clear that she didn't see it that way and he slapped his hand against her backside in order to punish her before he slipped into her. Somehow he fit despite the immense size difference and she felt no pain as he entered her, only a great deal of pleasure that flowed through her veins as he entered and throbbed against her entrance. She was moaning now, arching her back and screaming to the heavens as she felt her entire body quiver in synchronization with every thrust that he was giving her. "Defy me will you?" he asks her as she clutches a small rock in front of her for support as he sinks deeper and deeper inside of her.

  She was biting her lip in an attempt to not moan, to not show any pleasure in reference to what he was doing but it wasn't working. She could feel him twitching and it was driving her mad, she could feel every bit of him delving deep inside of her, stretching her out as he hit all the right spots to make her shiver in pleasure. She clenches the rock and the sand gets under her nails as she continued to moan for him, her entire body was consumed by this strange force, this strange magnetism that was binding her to him and she loved it. She loved feeling his flesh, so she didn't care how aggressive he was or the fact that he was punishing her, this felt like heaven.

  Nakiel reaches around and slides a finger of his over her breeding slit that was absolutely covered in that sweet nectar that he had grown addicted to. It had only been a few moments but he could feel it, he could feel its heat and its sweetness dripping onto his member as he sank deeper and deeper inside of her. So he bites her lip and her breasts sway back and forth before he captures them in his hands and massages them. She groans as her orbs of flesh are contorted and her nipples are pinched. Every bit of her body was getting closer and closer to losing control at this point and she wanted to just cum all over him. Her walls were clenching and his thickness was throbbing as every vein and striation rubbed up against her womanhood.

  "Oh god this feels so good!" she nearly screamed as his abs pounded against her backside.

  It was rough and raucous, it was something that he wasn't expecting for his first mating ritual. He was expecting something a bit more loving and gentle but she demanded something such as this, she demanded to be pleasured to this extent, she deserved this after refusing his offer. Had the spirits been wrong? He would not claim her in this manner if she did not enjoy it. And she did, judging by the blush on her face and the amount that she was moaning. He leans forward and lets his muscles dash along her back, his toned arms rub against hers and she nearly loses it, so she nearly goes insane with pleasure as her mouth opens and she begins to whimper. He pinches her nipples and angles his thrust at just the right spot to strike her at her most pleasurable point. He knew her based on instinct and every move that his intuition told him to do he did, and the result was usually a success.

 
And this was a success.

  She shuts her eyes and begins to moan loudly as she feels herself clenching around him. His tip was striking that swelling nub of flesh inside of her and his fingers were busy rubbing her clit in order to derive the maximum amount of pleasure for her and she nearly lost it. Her eyes shut and she screams, her head shakes and her entire body quivers as she feels herself become engorged with his seed as he roars as well, his climax has arrived in synchronization with her's. She could feel his muscles tensing up and as his tip twitched and shot its seed all over her walls she knew that she was in heaven. Her hands tense against the rock before she finally orgasms, she quivers and shakes and it isn't long until she lets her juices flow over his cock in a sudden rush of sweetness which he gladly takes. His seed was overflowing inside of her.

  And as the two lean back and separate, they understood the extent of their physical bond.

  And neither of them knew what to do about it.

  CHAPTER SIX

  "Well you two were gone for a long time." Sophia mentions in a deadpan tone while staring at the rather frizzled pair of Nakiel and her sister.

  From the physical state of them it was clear that something had happened but there was this look in Heather's eye that was almost impossible to misplace. It was a look of pride, of hope, she had figured something out it seems. In Nakiel's own expression very little could be derived except for concern, and a great deal of rumination that was brewing in his pupils. Sophia wondered what had happened. Had droids killed the two of them and taken over? Was that what happened? "We have an agreement." Nakiel explains.

  Sophia sighs in relief.

  Heather clears her throat before she begins to announce the plan rather proudly, "He's going to help us find it."

  "Help you find what?" Sophia asks.

  "The oracle."

  Her father juts up from his spot against the rocks. It was clear that the old man had dozed off for some time. He stares at Heather as if she's gone mad and she begins to protest but Sophie strikes her down before she can.

  "That thing is a myth!"

  "It's not!"

  "And do you have any proof?" their father asks.

  "Well.....It's been said by all the rebels, by mother, by the children, by the soldiers that we sometimes run into that come to lodge in our home." Heather states.

  "Those were all years ago, no one has talked about that thing since then." Sophia returns.

  Nakiel didn't know what to say. In order to bring down Iza they would have to destroy the satellite as that was the place that was theorized to house the AI that ran the entire planet but doing that was going be incredibly difficult considering the fact that there was no way to get past the massive brigade of ships around it, nor was there a real way to destroy it from here. What Heather was suggesting was this old computer virus that had been developed by the humans in order to corrupt the satellite to the point of dysfunction. Apparently, in the waning days of the old rebellion, a scientist had stored all of her work on a drive hidden deep within a laboratory on the earth. No one knew where it was or how to get to it but he had a feeling within his stomach, the spirits were giving him hints here and there.

  "If we find a contingent of the rebels or even of some bandits we could get some details out of them and find it. We really could do some good here." Heather pleads.

  It was clear to Nakiel that Heather's dream was to see this planet free from the tyranny of the machines, it was clear to him that it was all that she had ever wanted, for her people to be free and for her to be free with them. From what he heard her mother had been quite similar, it was clear to him that she took after her mother quite a bit, more so than her sister at least. He was unsure about how he felt about her rebellion but he supposed it was for the best, he was proud to have a mate that was so willing to fight for her freedom. It reminded him of his own struggle, of inheriting the struggle of his brother's, of being the runt that had something to prove.

  But that pride, of not accepting the easy way out, he loved that.

  "So even if this thing exists, which, it's pretty clear that it doesn't.....how are we going to find it exactly? All we have is a single warrior, a good one admittedly but there is no one in the deserts that we know, no one that we could go to." Sophia retorts.

  "Mother's old contact book." Heather states and pulls out a beaten little plastic journal. It was covered in sand.

  Nakiel eyes it, he has seen it and read through it. He couldn't understand most of the writing as his translator equipped him to only understand speech but he was sure if he ran it through a system he could get some details through it. He had made an effort to learn the human language here but progress has been slow. Turns out having an entirely different linguistic system was quite hard to adapt to.

  He didn't mind, the only thing he wanted was for her to know, and to trust him.

  It was quite clear that she knew what she was doing as she ran down several contacts within the book. To Heather's father and Sophia it had become clear that the girl had been reading through her mother's journals in her spare time based on how knowledgeable she was about the entire process. She could list every contact in the book and did it with a great deal of enthusiasm.

  By the end of it, they identified someone that might help them, someone that was rather close as well.

  "So are we really going to do this?" Sophia asked and looked around, her eyes were hesitant but she didn't want to protest even if it was for her pride. She knew that this was the only real option that they had since they couldn't simply turn themselves in. That would result in her sister's death more than likely and she was not about to let that pass. Their father groans and taps his knees, "If it's a journey that you're asking for then I'm willing to come. Just don't expect me to be of much use outside of these caverns..." the old man stated.

  "I will do whatever you ask of me as long as you remember our deal. I am motivated to see this machine fall as well, he has caused my people a great deal of pain and I will do anything to see him brought to justice." Nakiel swore with a hand over his chest, it was closed tightly into a fist.

  Heather could hardly believe her luck. Sure her home had been lost but it felt like she was actually doing something that she believed was right for once. She knew in her bones, in her soul that this was the right course of action. Their homeland had to be saved and this was the only thing that was going to save it. If not them then who? The rebels had been dying off and were quickly being hunted down. They mostly subsisted in cells around the lands that stayed in hiding more than they fought.

  It was up to them, only them.

  And she would bear the challenge. She would take this strange warrior upon his offer, and she would honor her mother's legacy.

  Or die trying.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  They had been walking for several days it seemed.

  Nakiel kept a hand on his blade at all times, his bow was ready to fire at any moment but the most gruelling thing down here was merely the darkness. It whittled the mind and strained everyone's senses to an inordinate degree and he was beginning to resent it. They found water in the form of this small stream but without any food the old man would surely weaken soon enough.

  "Ok so was it here....or here?" the old man asked himself as they arrived at yet another fork in the path.

  According to Heather there had been stories told of places like this, horrid tales about monsters dwelling in these caverns that would eat men and hide their bodies. There were tales told about the machines patrolling these tunnels with their strongest droids and kidnapping wayward travelers for experiments. None of that scared him of course, but due to the mystery and the fact that no one explored this place, they were in deep trouble.

  From what he had understood from his briefing, Karakasis had a rather complicated series of tunnels, many of which were left unexplored. These tunnels often served as old mining shafts in the old days of human colonization until they were defeated a
nd enslaved. Others stated that giant worms dug these tunnels while in search of underground reservoirs. To Heather, all of these tales seemed feasible. "Dad?" Sophia called out, her voice tired and worn. Her father turned around immediately and looked at his daughter with a defeated look. "I don't know anything about this place...." The old man lamented and leaned against the wall before sliding down to sit. His legs were shaky now, he was getting weaker and weaker and if they didn't get out then he would surely perish.

  Nakiel shuts his eyes and listens in for any winds, he sniffs the air to pick up the scent of humans, anything to tell him the direction that they should be heading in. He eventually finds it, a small howl that was brewing inside the right tunnel and he directs his companions to get to their feet. They follow him, not expecting much but as they wander further and further down the tunnel they hear it.

  The wind.

  Heather and Sophia begin to grow more and more excited while the old man merely expresses his joy in the form of a small smile. Nakiel grinned, his heritage had come through and saved him once again. There was a reason that they were considered the best hunters and warriors in the galaxy and this was one of them. Their senses were tuned to perfection.

  And eventually he heard something else as well as they continued to follow that howl, it was a growl, or something that was much, much larger than they were.

  "Wait." He directs to his party and they freeze.

  And then the rumbling only gets louder. He draws his blade and looks to his right before shoving Heather out of the way. A massive beast plows through the rock face behind him and he grabs its head which immediately splits into two, a massive maw is revealed that attempts to swallow him but he digs his sword into the soft flesh of its mouth.

  "GRRRR!" the beast rumbled.

  It was this massive worm that was covered in some sort of material that felt like the boulders and sand that it dug through. Nakiel understood that he wouldn't be able to pierce it so the sword through its mouth would have to be enough. He begins to pound its shell over and over again, slamming his hand into the hard surface of its body and the beast begins to quiver as he causes a small dent to occur in its armor.