"At what time?” Nah'Dara asked as she slipped on her nightgown.
"It starts promptly at 1900 hours standard. Would you like to view the itinerary for the evening?” The woman clasped her hands in front of her waiting.
"No.” Nah'Dara did not want to even think about the arrogant Great Prince. “That would be all.” She turned walking across her room to her bed.
"Pleasant dreams, Lady Nah'Dara,” the computer said before disappearing into the mirror.
She told the computer to dim the lights as she climbed into her bed pulling the covers up to her neck. She closed her eyes, shifting her body between the covers trying to find a comfortable position until finally giving in to a fretful sleep.
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The fog of Nah'Dara's dream dissolved around her slowly revealing a lush green forest surrounding the area, but not so much that she could not see the sky. The double moons hung large and high sending the white and yellow beams of light down to the earth. The exotic sound of the nearby brook filled her ears. From where she stood, she could see the land below a large cliff. It expanded far meeting the horizon with dark green that meeting the twilight blue.
A fire blazed near Nah'Dara lighting the night. The warrior stood on the other side watching her intently. His heated gaze traveled over her body in a way that made her blush. Instinctively, she looked down to see the tatters that covered her breast. The rags came together at one shoulder dipped to cover her just below the swell of her breast, barely covering her nipples. The rags that covered her waist hung low on her hips dipping lower on one side than she would have liked. It slipped lower when she tried to pull it up. Unease washed over her. She hated being naked as the feeling to run and hide grew by the minute.
The warrior had on a little more than tight black leather pants that hugged his large muscular legs accented by a large dagger strapped to a thigh. His white shirt was open, showing off golden tan skin, chiseled chest with sexy male nipples, and the deep plains of his eight-pack abs disappearing into his low riding pants. She had to lay off the halo-novels before bed.
No matter what her brain had produced in her dreams, she had never seen someone's stomach come close to the creature before her. She could not take her eyes from the deep plains of his eight-pack and constantly fought herself from looking lower. Her mouth water unrepentantly.
Stay on task, Nah'Dara.
When she finally found the courage to look at his face, she saw his masculine jaw with a day's worth of stubble around his chin. High cheekbones and wide spread eyes the color of silver, slightly slanted in the corners. A full sexy mouth slightly upturned into a sly smile. She could see the heat of his gaze skating on the ice of his eyes. He was the same, yet he was different. The warrior that came to her other nights had a pain and rage in his eyes that nearly consumed her. This warrior's eyes burned holes through what little clothing she had left.
Taking a deep breath, Nah'Dara stilled herself gathering up as much courage as she could find.
"Who are you?” Her voice was no more than a shriek. If she wanted to sound brave, she failed miserably.
"I should ask you the same thing.” And a deep voice to go along with it. His deep voice liquefied her insides causing her to shiver. She felt herself shiver with each timbre. And Spirit that mouth. She watched them move with every syllable. Lips like his should be banned. Full, dust rose pink with a fuller bottom had her wanting to suckle until it was red. Nah'Dara blew out a shaky breath. She was not about to be distracted, no matter how mouth wateringly sexy he looked.
"This is my dream. Why are you here?"
The deep rumble of his laughter vibrated through her. “I think you have it all wrong. This is my dream."
She mocked his laughter. “Well, I was here first. So this qualifies as my dream.” With the dark gleam in his eyes, her confidence dropped several feet through the ground. Uh-oh Definitely not a good idea to mock the big bad warrior.
"If this is your dream, would I be able to do this.” His eyes traveled her body once more. Nah'Dara felt her nipples harden under his gaze. Odd, she thought. She felt cooler than just a second ago. She looked down. Oh, crap! The rags that covered her were gone. Instinctively, with a shriek of horror, she covered herself. Oh, Spirit, how did he do that? She looked at him in wide-eyed shock seeing the mischievous smile on the sexy lips. If it were not for the utter shock of being in the woods naked with some wild warrior, her legs would have turned to rubber.
"What a dirty, underhanded trick! Oh, you have an awfully dirty mind.” Nah'Dara wanted to sound furious, honestly, but she was breathless. She gasped as a warm heat feathered upward from the depths of her womb to the peaks of her pert nipples. She shivered as she felt herself cream nicely, but she was more furious at herself for the way he mad her feel.
"I think I like my mind.” When had he moved? She was just looking at him but in a blink, he was behind her. He was like a furnace. With every brush of his body, she could feel the heat of him curl around her. She felt something hard and hot brush the underside of her rump.
She whirled around to face him. One of her arms folded across her large breasts and the other to hide the junction of dark brown curls between her legs. Though she had chocolate colored skin, she could feel the blush across her cheeks.
The shame she felt had her looking to her feet with the sudden feeling that she was next on his menu. He was going to eat her with much delight.
The warrior gently took her hands pulling them away from her body. Against her wishes, her body obeyed the gentleness of his hands wrapped around her wrists.
"Never hide yourself from me, Nah'Dara.” Shocked, she raised her eyes to his. He knew her. Was her name planted on her forehead? She pulled her wrist out of his grip feeling the drop of his heat.
"How do you know me, Warrior?” She took a defensive step back, and he took a step forward. The heat in his eyes seemed to scorch her skin. The shiver running down her back had nothing to do with the fact she stood in the middle of the woods in threadbare clothes with a hot eye warrior. Desire blazed in his silver depths.
"I know enough of you.” He advanced on her until the heat of the fire stopped her. She did not trust herself to look away. “You have been in my dreams too many times for me not to notice you.
Suddenly, with inhumanly fast speed, he pulled her into his strong arms. Her bare breasts brushed up against his chest. She felt his hardness against her stomach through his leather pants. Her breath caught in her throat.
An approving animalistic growl escaped his mouth as he eyed her breasts.
"I love your breast.” She stopped breathing when he took one large hand and cupped her breast. “Full, firm."
"Huge.” She had them measured once. They were 40 double D's.
"Perfect.” His finger rolled her chocolate nipple until the already tight point screamed to attention. She could not stop the moan from escaping her mouth. She felt her womb clench as she creamed at his attention to her.
He lowered his head to her breast closing his warm mouth of her nipple. The fire spread through her shooting straight to her womb. The rough whiskers of his goatee tickled her breast. His eyes bore into hers as he licked her nipple.
"I've wanted to do that since the first day I saw you.” His eyes darkened, as he gave another lick. He lifted his head only to cover her lips with his own. She wanted to question him further, but when he plunged his hot tongue through her parted lips, her brain completely turned to mud.
Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over as she plunged her hand in his midnight black hair pulling him closer to her. She moaned in surrender.
How she ended up on the ground by the fire, she would never know and at that moment, she did not care. The only thing that she cared about was this warrior and his lover's hands fisting into her own hair. The other trailed lower over her flat belly to track one thigh. She shivered at his touch. Craved it.
He ran his hand along the inside of her thigh to the cleft of dark curls that covered h
er sex.
"This is what I want, Nah'Dara.” He stroked her swollen nether lips sending electricity through her. Her hips thrust gently against his hand. She was wet, damn near wanton, but was too far gone to care. The things he did by just stroking his fingers on the swollen nub between the folds had her nearly coming.
"That's right. Nice and wet. Time for more."
She panted as he slipped his thick finger inside her, stopped breathing when he sucked deep at her throat gently nipping with his teeth.
"Oh, Spirit!” She grabbed the only thing she could, his broad shoulders digging her nails in to his flesh. She could not move, could not think. The only thing she could do was feel the flames of a fire building deep within her. Someone moaned high and hoarse, very feminine, bordering on the line of pain. It took a second to realize it was she.
"Come for me.” He growled. “I want to feel you come.” She could feel the start to climax, but it was just out of her reach. Spirit, she was so close. She thrust her hips against his hand, begging for release.
"Oh, Yessss!” She yelled before she was thrown over the edge, into the mouth of the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced in her life. As the wave passed her, she opened her eyes to see her dream lover looking at her with those predatory eyes. His smile gave away to a line of white teeth.
"Ready for more?” Before she could say anything, he rose above her. When had he removed his clothes? He stood above her in glorious naked splendor, and his throbbing cock jutted out proudly as if begging to be inside her.
Her mouth dried at its size. Long, thick, full head almost purplish in color with a small drop of his essence on the tip. Looking at all the halo-novels with the ability to adjust the size of a man did not prepare her for his huge sex throbbing happily at her. Oh, yeah. She really had to lay off the halo-novels.
The next minute she knew he was covering her. The head of his thick length brushed against her opening. She spread her legs wider for him.
"I thought this was supposed to be a dream,” she panted as he slowly entered her. “It feels so...” She lost herself in a moan as he thrust inch by mind-blowing inch inside her. “...real."
"It's as real as you want it to be.” He gave her another inch and she squirmed panting in sexual pleasure. “Spirit, you're tight."
With his last thrust, he was all the way inside her. She panted as he pumped, each thrust sending delicious waves of fire through her.
"Oh, Spirit.” She arched her hips meeting his thrust. She could sense that he was holding back.
"I need you now.” She moaned clawing his broad shoulders.
"Bossy aren't we?” he purred into her ear.
"Toying with me, are you?” His deep chuckle rumbled through her, but he did as she asked. The circles he did with those magical hips had her locking her legs around his tight ass.
She fisted her hands into his midnight hair forcing his mouth to hers. The kiss was bruising, harsh, not at all passionate, yet just the way she wanted it. He impaled her faster. She could feel herself quicken with the thickness of him, her climax just out of her reach. She tore her mouth away from his just as the wave over took her.
"I'm coming!” Nah'Dara screamed as she shattered into a million pieces.
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Nah'Dara opened her eyes on the last wave of her climax to find her in the darkness of her room. In total shock, she clamped her hand over her mouth as the last of her moans died away. She looked frantically to the door waiting to see if it would slide away. Nothing. She sighed in relief placing a shaking hand to the side of her head.
She was covered in sweat, her hair drenched with it. Her bed covers were thrown on the floor and her nightgown pushed up high around her chest. After pulling down her gown, Nah'Dara pressed a shaking hand to her chest feeling the frantic pounding of her heart.
"What the hell?” Who was that? Talk about a mind blower. She still remembered his strong arms around her, the length of him thrusting into her. Spirit, it felt so real. Never had her dreams been so ... vivid. She was even wet between her legs.
There was no way in hell she was going to sleep tonight. She sighed as she flopped back down on the pillow. She was still heated. Her skin tingled. Even the bud between her nether lips quivered wanting more. She slid her hand inside her panties wanting to reach her release all over again. She thought of her unknown warrior, of his sexy mouth kissing her and teasing the sensitive area on her neck. His deep velvet voice purred to her, murmuring her name and caressing her soul. His silver eyes dark with passion and burning a fire hot enough to scorch her.
Nah'Dara inserted a finger deep inside her hot slick center wanting it to be his thick velvet cock. She came having a small orgasm. She wished it were he inside of her coming with her.
Chapter 3
The two weeks of training and constant reading nearly sent Nah'Dara to an early grave from severe boredom. From the moment the six-foot Altarian ambassador stepped off the transport, he had become her personal slave driver. Lord Klehor seemed to take pleasure in towering over her always looking down at her with the most serious and brilliant violet eyes. She did her best to live by her reputation by giving her an earful of the things that she did not want to do.
"Well, I guess we just have to work a little harder.” He told her, and then he cracked his imaginary whip across her back. In the mornings, Nah'Dara spent the majority of her time learning to speak the difficult Altarian language.
"Ajh leyah yarran,” she repeated after the language simulator. She did not even know her tongue was capable of getting cramps. The pushing of her tongue to the back of her teeth in order to attempt to produce the correct flowing language proved disastrous.
Slamming the lid on the unit, she stood from the table heading out of the library. “Screw this. My tongue wasn't made to do that."
The evenings were spent on her posture and attitude.
"Head up. Back straight. Walk like a lady of the royal court,” the halo-vid's synthesized voice said. It was not any fun walking with her back stiff and her head high. She did not like being made to walk as if she had a stick shoved between her butt cheeks. It gave Nah'Dara a terrible headache, not to mention put certain kinks in her back that plagued her days on end.
Sometimes the sleek movements she learned in her defense training shown through every semi-gracious step that she took. Walking over to the console she pushed several buttons to open the halo-vid's settings. She searched around in his subroutines until she found it's time settings. Smiling, she set the timer for an hour and walked out of the gym. There were better things that she could be doing.
Her reprieve was short lived. Dear Uncle found her in the library.
"I thought that since you were here and not practicing, you could catch up on some light reading.” He dumped an armful of halo-novels onto her lap simply walking away from her. Silently cursing his back as he left, she turned one halo-novel over swearing to the Spirit above.
To top that off, in between the charm lessons that she received, in the evening, she was given a shipload of Altarian literature to study. There were seven books there.
"This is light?” There was no way that she could read all of it in the next two weeks. They were turning her into something that she never wanted to have any part in, being a royal. Taking the first halo-novel that looked interesting, she turned it on. Better now than later. Maybe she could put some of those romance-reading skills to use.
Nah'Dara pressed the button activating the small hand held unit. She hoped to see the area around it light up with a picture, but only words appeared on the small viewer. She squinted her eyes, as she tried to read the small word font. Not that she did not have perfect vision; the way the words happened to be written on the unit made her eyes hurt. She read a couple of lines from the Seven Battle of Altaria. What interested her more was the last battle between the Cylians that nearly destroyed the planet.
A chill washed over her, giving her goose bumps along her arms. The
library was supposed to be a warm place but somehow a chill had managed to worm its way in. Her mind filled with images of the blood stained field and the dead bodies. A cold shaft of fear shot through her.
Shaking her head fiercely, she cleared her senses. After thirty minutes of reading about the seven battles of Altaria, she had had it. She was wired. Too many language lessons, too much pent up sexual drive, and too little time to let lose! She needed to forget about the dream entirely.
Turning off the novel Nah'Dara sat it on the floor with the others as her mind wondered over constantly what her uncle didn't hesitate to remark.
I want a lady. Someone who can hold and control her tongue. As much as I had hoped, this lady is not you.
She was a lady, damn it! Her mother had taught her that much. She had not forgotten. She just never wanted to use her skills. Why waste time going through the lessons for a man she had no plans in being here for him to enjoy? She should put her plans in something else, like running. Lately, Nah'Dara was getting pretty good at it. She had a right to run. This LoMoq prince would probably be nothing more but a fat retard. She could see him now hobbling on a walking stick, gray balding even cackling like an old witch.
"Lady Nah'Dara. Pay attention.” Lord Klehor's crisp voice snapped her out of her mind numbing thoughts.
She looked at him in shock not knowing how in the world she had gotten from the library and back to the gym.
Damn daydreams. They took her mind to another place not knowing what happened from one minute to the next, but oh, how she wanted to be somewhere else other than getting lessons from a man that intimidated her with sheer height alone.
The image of her dream lover came to her mind quickly. Dark eyes, that sly smile, no shirt, no pants. Gloriously naked, just begging her to take him.
"Nah'Dara!” Oops! She did it again.
Damn imagination.
"My apologies, Lord Klehor.” She knew she did not sound sincere but did not care. She was bored out of her mind. Even reading the ancient Gaelic texts of Earth were far better than enduring another minute of going over the ritual for meeting the Altarian Great Prince.
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