by C. R Corbin
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CHAPTER SEVEN
He had pinned her down, he had driven her tongue in the split of her folds and was massaging her walls with the tip of it all while he ran his fingers against her thighs to arouse her even more. She had been clenching him rather tightly, her hands were wrapped around his horns and the scales on his back were rubbed against by her feet.
He took note of how she was acting, how she was gritting her teeth and moaning every time he so much as dashed the bridge of his nose against that nub of flesh that was on top of her slit. The Rialan education that he had received had groomed him to take on a Rialan mate, human mates were quite rare in his experience and he was shocked when he had gotten the urge from her.
How? How had it come to this?
He groans into her folds before he separates from her, she glares at him but lets out a small squeak that sounded like disappointment to him. She noted it too as she placed a hand over her mouth, as much as she liked to portray the gruff soldier, he knew that she would submit to him.
She had to submit to him.
She spreads her legs a bit further and allows his fingers to delve into her. They press into her walls and she begins to drip down his palm, the fluid falls onto his hand in long dark lines and he licks it, using the tip of his tongue to toy with her clit as well.
And she could feel it, she could feel the pleasure cover her.
"Please." She whimpers.
Her eyes were fierce and he slips his fingers in even deeper, arching them upwards so that they would strike the exact spot that she would want. It toys with that part with her again and again, the harder that he would tug his fingers upwards the more she moaned for him, the more she nearly screamed her head off.
She tightens her legs around his arm and he holds her there, grabbing her mounds and suckling them while his thumb toyed with her clit. She shivers and gasps and soon he could feel more of that fluid dripping out of her.
There was a tremendous quiver before she began to scream and arch her back. Her juices begin to flood out onto his hand as he tugged upwards and caused her to orgasm. She whimpers, her hands tighten around her thighs as she held them up, allowing the juices to drip onto his bed.
He was fortunate, his room was rather spacious and was covered in sound proofing equipment. Otherwise, someone would have heard already and probably would have suspicions about what he was doing with her.
but he didn't care, he didn't care at all at this moment, he just wanted to feel her body, to taste her, to ravage her as much as he liked.
He moves to spread her legs again and she doesn't stop him. She doesn't even resist when he places her arms above her head and drives himself into her. His tip digs into her folds and splits her and she flinches in slight pain when he does so. He had been too big, he knew that his anatomy might not even be compatible but that didn't stop him from trying and the pain seemed to be far less than he had been expecting.
Saradi tries to compose herself, she tries to remember her rebellion and just what her aim was but she keeps on forgetting, she keeps forgetting why she was here, why she was beneath him now with her legs spread. And then she remembers why, she remembers why she was taking him into her. Because it felt good, because it was one of the only things that felt good for quite some time now and she would take it if it mean that the pain could be warded off for a few moments longer.
He was big, sure, but his size had hurt her far less than she had been anticipating. She wondered if it was something to do with his biology but she dismissed it, she was grateful that all she was feeling was discomfort because pleasure conquered her mind soon after.
She should have shoved him off and told him to go to hell, she wasn't going to give her virginity to some war monger that she despised but what he had offered had been too great. Even in the moments of discomfort she couldn't find it in herself to protest.
She loved it too damn much.
There had never been a man that had been able to treat her this way, that had been able to make her cum. She was addicted now but then again, she would probably be dying soon, she hated herself for falling victim, for being indebted to this man.
But as he continues to thrust into her, she admits that she didn't care, she would just savor the pleasure for now.
He continues to pick up the pace, his tip strikes the nerve bundles inside of her and strikes every spot that she wanted him to.
She shivers and her black hair begins to dance over her face as she rested her hands on his shoulders. Her fingers press into the slabs of muscle as he snarls at her and pushes her into the bed while allowing himself to lose control The pace of his thrust were to pleasure him, to give him satisfaction, she was his, his to use as much as he pleased.
And she was shivering, her hands whipping at his arms as her eyes shut and she moaned even louder than the last time.
He could feel her pale fingers dance across his green skin and clutch his biceps as he continued to pound her. He lifts a leg and rests it against his torso, the heel didn't even reach his shoulder but he was able to use his physicality to hold her in this position and she adored it. The changed angle meant that he was striking an entirely different spot than the one that he was before and she could feel herself clenching. She bites the sheets and howls in pleasure as she felt herself finally give in.
His seed gushes against her walls as she wrapped her walls around him and felt the heat burrow deep inside of her. Her walls began to clench his member as she tightened around him and squirted onto his shaft, coating it in her lust. She never would have thought that she would have had sex with a Rialan, much less let one cum inside of her. She could feel it dripping, travelling further and further inside. What was she thinking? Where was her pride?
What had happened to her? Had she submitted to all of this simply for pleasure?
She never thought it would have been like this. She thought that she would have been single for her entire life but fate had different plans.
And no matter how much she despised him, no matter how much she detested his very presence, she had to admit that he was....he was good at this.
God he was good at this.
She laid back, staring at the ceiling for a while, there were various transparent purple sheets lining the roof of the bed, the posts were constructed from black wood, almost like ebony but a bit softer and seemingly a bit lighter as well. These sheets lifted and descended with the breeze that was blowing into the room and she found herself staring at them, trying to avoid what she had just done and the repercussions of it.
Just what had she done?
"Are you well?" he asks her, part of his voice jesting and the other part actually sounded concerned for her, much to her surprise.
"Bastard." She spat at him.
"Why did you try to kill me? I offered you peace." He stated as she turned from him.
"I tried because that's my job. I'm supposed to fight Rialans."
"What a dumb reason, there must be more than that."
She scoffs and sits up, her legs still quivering from the sex, "What would you know?! My ancestors died to protect that land. I hate you! I hate all fucking Rialans! Get away from me!" she nearly shouted and threw a punch at him.
She was acting rather erratic, he must say.
"What was the reason?"
She freezes underneath him, her eyes glimmer and for a second he thinks that he saw a glimpse of tears.
"I wanted to die."
He pauses and backs away slowly before glancing at the streams that were starting to make their way down her cheek. He edges closer and closer to her before she wipes her eyes and shakes her head before looking at him.
"I feel dumb telling you all of this. Why would you care? You're a Rialan king, I'm just some soldier." She muttered and he shut his eyes.
That wasn't all that she was.
She was his mate.
She was his future.
She was his to protect, to ravage, to cherish.
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sp; But he knew if he told her that she would simply curse him and he would have to punish and ravage her all over again.
And if his brother knew, it was the end practically. He would latch onto that excuse instantly.
But he didn't' care.
What he felt tonight was the best thing that he had ever experienced, the best thing that he had ever taken part in.
"Would you like to go for a walk?" he asks her and she flinches, not expecting that sort of response from what she had presumed was her enemy.
"Huh?"
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CHAPTER EIGHT
The keep was far different than anything that she had ever seen.
This was old Rialan architecture, with branching rooms and painted glass and patterns to inform you of what section you were in. The room that she was currently in was quite angular with a variety of triangular and long rectangular windows. In addition, the paths were patterned with these engravings that were practically carved into the stone beneath. Each told a different story.
"Initially the moon was uninhabited by any intelligent life, when the humans arrived the environment was destroyed and terraformed for their liking." He stated matter-of-factly as they walked over a diagram of Limura and its moons."
"That's not what I learned." She remarked coldly and glared at him.
He shrugs, "Then who would you believe? I have no reason to lie to you."
"You could be just to have an excuse to conquer it."
He sighs and shakes his head, "We once lived there too you know. In coexistence with you at one point, then the war broke out due to our species not being able to coexist. Sounds rather familiar." He remarks with a chuckle as he steps further down the path, now onto mosaics of his people combating the humans.
"Do you hate humans?" she asks him curiously, her feelings towards him after he had saved her and after what they had just done were....strange. Her gratitude was at odds with her duty and she didn't know which one to side with.
He snorts, "If I hated you would I have saved you?"
"That's not what I meant." She states.
He pauses and then turns his head to her, his horns peeking through the locks of black hair as he shakes his head and his gold eyes glimmer with recognition, "You were my enemy, now you are simply my fellow Limuran, there is nothing more to it."
"So you don't....you don't hold any grudges? Didn't humans kill your family?" she asks him and he seizes up.
"My father yes, in battle when I was young. My brother and I split then with our varying thoughts on how to remedy the situation, whether our father would have wanted us to stew in our rage. I never blamed you, I can only imagine how many father's lives I may have taken from the battlefield." He remarked, there was very little light here, the only light that was present was the moonlight that was peeking in through the painted glass. Otherwise, they were in complete shadow.
She was in awe at the size of the castle, she had known the base and the cities back home her whole life. She had grown up in one after all but they were all rather makeshift and occasionally dilapidated but this...this was grand. The walls were constructed from a dark grey, almost black stone that towered far above her. On the ceiling were various arches that overlapped in strange, alien patterns and that were coated in various strange colors.
It was...mesmerizing.
"Why did you become a soldier?" he asks her.
She shrugs, "It was what my family had dedicated their lives to."
He raises an eyebrow, "A career?"
"A way to make a difference." she states.
They stay silent, their trails weaving in and out of one another as they bob back and forth along the edges of the hallway, mostly so he could inform her of some strange feature or mosaic that he had seen near the spots where they had been standing. Despite her own fatigue she didn't feel...drained being with him. In fact, the conversation was fascinating and in a strange way, he was one of the only people that could understand the conflict other than the other soldiers. But he provided a challenge, something to push back against her assertions against the Rialans and what had happened between their species.
She was one of those people.
"So why did you continue to invade instead of leaving us alone?" she posed to him as they stepped over another carving, this one was of a Rialan that she didn't recognize.
There was no color but she could tell from his facial features and the chipped horn that this was not Koigo or his brother. Koigo stares at it for a bit and nods to himself as she stares at him, waiting for an answer.
"Who is it?" she asks him.
"My father." He states before continuing to walk, "The war was the dream of all Limuran kings, usually the kings that lived on Limura have only one child, a daughter or a son, but my mother gave birth to twins."
"You and your brother." She continued and he nodded.
"Yes."
He stares outside the window and grumbles to himself a bit before expanding on his thoughts. She wondered how long they had been walking, how long they had been standing in these halls talking about nothing in particular at all.
"My father wanted the moon conquered, that was his life's goal and thus he told his heirs that they must follow. I never found the purpose in it...that is until my brother began to desire to claim it as his own." Stated Koigo as he traces his finger along the glass of the window.
She stares at him, half of her face illuminated by the moon, painted red from the stained glass, "So you...you did it to stop your brother? To compete with him?"
He nods, "I did, my brother was born different, he was born more callous, far crueller than the average man you see. The rumors that had been spread about him on the battlefield are true, how he feasts on the pain of others, how it gives him strength."
The king directs her to follow him, to her it looked like he was indicating that they were near the end of the path now and when they arrived at the end they were greeted with a large bronze wheel.
"What is that?" she asked him.
He gazes at it and sighs, "Every year that we go without that planet we have to place a ring around this structure and increase the size of the wheel. That was the tradition of our clan when we established ourselves on this planet so long ago and...well now here we are."
"How long ago was that?" she asked.
"About 400 years ago, Limuran years that is."
She nods to herself, her hands were wrapped together near her waist and she glances at the oxidation on the inner rings, the green ripples and gradually gives way to that dull yellow at the end of it. There was a sheen to the final ring still, although she imagined that it would have been quite some time since they had last placed it there.
"The ring is supposed to represent a journey, a ripple in the water. My people were the droplet that fell onto the surface and caused the change." He remarked.
It was...beautiful in a strange way, that is if she had just been taking it at face value as a piece of art she would have admired it. Knowing its true purpose, however, she couldn't help but feel some sort of resentment to it.
"My brother will stop at nothing to claim all that he sees. He has a blackened heart that is only full of one emotion, greed. Everything that you hear from his side of the planet and moon is true, the abuse, the slaughter. He's even petty enough to block some of the rivers leading into my side of the planet although he backs down with the threat of war many times." Koigo relayed as they began to walk back.
"So you....you do all this to stop him?"
He nods, "I never really bought into the will to conquer the humans to be honest. I enjoy battle, it's in my blood, but I never really wanted to bother with conquest. But to stop my brother from claiming power and ruining the legacy of our family? I would do anything in my power to prevent that, anything at all. Even if it meant war."
And with that, they walked back to their rooms in silence.
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CHAPTER NINE
"My stars are they really forcing us t
o do this? I didn't have to do this much work in prison." Lamented Domon who had to deliver tools and supplies to the workers of a nearby construction site adjacent to the castle. They ranged from everything from hammers to these strange things that wrapped around the "nails" that the Rialans used and that were used to hammer them in. Almost like a drill but instead of using rotation it merely hammered in the nail using magnetic fields instead.
Strange, she had never paid much attention to the differences in culture but now that she thought about it, she understood Limurans a bit better. Had she always been so blind?
Still, wasn't enough to make her forgive them for the war.
She sighs as she hands Domon a jug of water which he downs in a matter of seconds, much to her disgust. The former bandit lays back against the black stone and picks at the grass that was next to him, she was busy doing the menial work of pulling weeds out of the garden. She felt like a teenager working an odd job for some credits, not a worthy worker!
Perhaps they were simply putting her on watch, after all, as a former soldier she could easily make an attempt on the king's life.
"I hate to say it but I agree, it's like they're trying to just keep us doing menial tasks in order to build our tolerance of the place or something." Kinu muttered as he sat down and handed his two compatriots bottles of ice-cold Limuran tea. Saradi glances at it with disdain before popping the cap off and jugging it, it was always a bit too bitter for her tastes.
"Ahhhhh. That hits the spot. Where'd you get them?" asked Domon.
Kinu arched his head to his right where the field workers were, "They handed me some."
The first real day that they had been here they were offered uniforms and told to do various strange tasks that had been assigned to them by the manager that presided over them. Saradi knew that bots could easily do these tasks but she assumed that the true purpose of these duties was to build loyalty first and foremost.
As did they all.
The lady with the baby had been given permission to stay inside and care for it. When she heard that news the woman nearly cried for joy. Her husband had apparently died during the fighting so to have some measure of security was a form of relief for her.
