Page 22 of Ngozii's Plight

“No. When we were young, we went to classes together, barely speaking much. She was rather tormented by the others who poked fun at her odd appearance. I simply thought she was ravishing and unique. As time passed, I made efforts to befriend her, studying with her when I could. I became her confidante and best friend. When we became old enough to grow sexually curious, naturally, we trusted each other to experiment. It wasn’t long after that her mother grew ill, and Tavi was forced to take her place as High Priestess, ruling our people to the best of her ability. She was terrified, broken, and needed strength at her back. I dropped to my knee and vowed to be her personal guard, her warrior, for all our lives if she would have me. I vowed to protect her, love her, support her in all her endeavors, and when she accepted my vow formally, something changed, creating a deep bond that connected us, mind, heart, and soul.”

Xenshay hmms as he rubs at his slight goatee, his eyes bouncing between us. “So you can communicate telepathically and such?”

“Only on occasion. For the most part, it’s emotions that swell through the bond, but when we need it, we can communicate telepathically. I also have the ability to know exactly where she is at all times, so if she needs me, I’ll be there.”

“Wow, that’s actually pretty amazing.” Xenshay stares at me with wonder in his eyes, and, for the first time, I feel shy under his gaze as if he’s seeing deep into me when he’s supposed to be kept at arm’s length. The longer our eyes connect, the more I feel an urge to go to him. I see it in his gaze, a curiosity, wonder, and maybe even a hint of jealousy. He has just as many questions and confusing feelings about me, it seems.

Tavi rolls again, a scared whimper falling from her lips, and I step over to the bed, placing my palm on her forehead as I try to send calming emotions through our bond. “You’re safe, Priestess, there’s no danger, no fear. I am here.” Her body relaxes, her brows straightening back out as she rests, her breath deepening back into a peaceful sleep.

“She is restless, always has been. I had hoped that finding the answers she sought about her father, her true heritage, would help soothe her aching heart, but it seems to have done the opposite. She’s… obsessed,” I pause and sigh as I stare at her closed lids, her eyes moving beneath them still, “and now that her people are in jeopardy from something even she cannot stop, she’s turning down a path I fear will take her from me. She’s changing, darkening, seeking vengeance when she needs to follow her heart to love.”

My eyes lift to Xenshay’s as he watches me from across the bed. I step around to the end of it, pausing as I look away to stare at the jewelry hanging on the wall, when Xenshay steps into my line of sight. Our eyes meet, and my mouth opens, spilling things I probably shouldn’t, but if anyone can help me with Tavionna, it would be him. He is her soul bond after all, and I’ll have to start trusting him with our secrets soon enough.

“Her spirit guides believe you to be a key to her salvation somehow. I don’t know how, they are quite cryptic, but perhaps you can help me get her back on the proper path. You already seem to hold a key to her heart.”

He stares at me for a long moment, the silence ringing in my ears as he thinks things over before speaking. “All I want is to help her achieve her dreams, to be here to love her every day. I want to support her wishes, and, to be truthful, it’s not as if Criido and his village did much for me.” His voice is bitter, his gaze dropping for a moment as he sighs and collects himself before continuing. “I was left to my own devices more often than not, but there is a part of me that doesn’t want to see my village killed. I know she’s out for blood, and I tell her I support her, and I do, but if we can find another way, I wouldn’t be opposed to pushing her toward it.”

I nod, appreciating his honesty and trusting him that much more. There’s a deep feeling of camaraderie that courses through me as he nods back. He’s given me the hope I need to make sure that my beloved stays safe while doing what she must to help our people. “Perhaps you are a key to many doors, Xenshay.” I grin at him, believing that my statement may just be true. A key to her heart. A key to our people’s salvation. Perhaps more.

“You know, Seuke, I’m honestly a tad jealous of the deep bond you have with her. I’m not certain we will ever have that level of connection. I don’t know much about the bond. It does make me wonder, though, with us both being bound to her so deeply, do you think there’s a chance that… we might bond as well?” His cheeks darken considerably as he swallows, his last words a bit difficult to hear as he struggles to get them out.

Pieces seem to fall into place, and, honestly, I should have connected them sooner. Maybe we are bonded as well and have yet to discover it. I didn’t notice such a thing when we met, but there was that time in the hall when I touched him in reassurance, only to feel a shock to my system, something within me changing and softening to him. The two of us being bonded to Tavi, it would only make more sense for us to be bonded as well, a united front to protect our Priestess.

I step closer to him, our chests nearly brushing, our heights near identical as I look him in the eye and lower my voice. “Are you admitting to being attracted to me, Xenshay?”

He licks his lips, swallowing yet again as he stares at me, refusing to back down but refusing to speak, also.

“Don’t be ashamed, it is normal in my society for people to experiment sexually. I must admit, I have found myself looking at you in a very different light recently. That small touch in the hallway last week sparked something within me. You’re the first man I’ve ever been interested in. It wouldn’t surprise me if there was something here as well. Do you feel that there is?”

His breath huffs out in a pant as he nods before grabbing my face and smashing his lips to mine, pinning me to him. It takes me a moment to recover, but I quickly sink into the kiss, our lips moving frantically as we devour each other, my hands sliding along his back. One hand slips low enough to caress his ass before grabbing his tail, which causes him to grunt as his cock springs to life, spearing me.

My own responds in kind, jumping into action and rubbing along the top of his as we pull at each other, desperate for more. My temperature rises as I feel hot, a need to devour him, fuck him, and make him mine rides me hard, and considering he’s reacting just as frenzied as I, he feels the same.

My lower left arm slips between us, snaking into his shorts and pulling him free. He groans into my mouth, his tongue sneaking in, and I welcome it with a moan of my own. My hand slides along his cock, noting the ridged feeling of the swirling pattern on his skin. No wonder Tavi was screaming the way she was. Not only is he blessed with a size worth screaming for, but he’s ribbed for additional pleasure. I wonder what he’ll think of my own secret pleasure inducing aid.

My lower right hand slips down, pulling at the strings holding my kilt in place as my upper arms stay wrapped around his middle, keeping us pressed together. I want as much of our skin touching as possible as it feels like nothing else will cool this fire within me.

As my scant clothing drops to my feet, I let my fingers fall away from his magnificent cock, sliding the underside of my own right along the top of his as he moans, his head nudging my balls in the best way. His lips descend along my neck, kissing, nibbling, and licking, the hair on his face tickling my sensitive skin as I release my tentacle, letting it wrap around us, sealing our cocks together.

“What the hell?” Xenshay pulls back, looking between us. I watch him closely for his reaction, but see only wonder, so I kick on the vibration. It’s a low vibration, just enough to feel but not enough to truly torture him, yet. He moans, his knees nearly buckling as I hold onto him, chuckling as his head falls back. “Fuck me.”

“I plan to, Zen. Just hold on.” His arms wind around my neck as he pulls himself close, his lips brushing mine.

“You’re already giving me a nickname, huh. Falling for me already, Kay?” His tongue slides along my bottom lip, pulling a nod from me as I lean forward, pressing our lips together, needing more.

My lower left hand slides around, finding his tail as I hold it tight, rocking my hips into him, forcing my hand to slide along his tail until it bumps his ass. His teeth sink into my bottom lip, causing me to chuckle. Kicking up the vibration on my tentacle, it squeezes us tighter together as I continue my gentle pace, our cocks sliding together more easily as it releases a lubricant as well.

“I’m not gonna last, Kay.” He mumbles against my lips, his fingers pulling at my hair as he yanks my head back, exposing my neck. I moan, unable to stop as my hips jerk forward, picking up the pace, slamming my head into his body, causing me to shiver in anticipation.

“Fuck, let me claim you, Kay. Tell me you want this.” He growls in my ear, his hot breath skittering along my skin only heightening my pleasure.

“Do it, Zen. Goddess, please, do it.” His fingers tighten in my hair, and pulling my head to the side, he growls, his teeth sinking into my skin as his cum coats my balls. I shiver, the intense emotions rolling through me clog my throat, holding back the moan threatening to escape.

My tentacle vibrates harder, and as he releases my hair, his tongue soothing the wound, I repeat his actions, a drive so primal, so intense, pushing me to take what’s mine. My teeth sink into his skin, the metallic taste of blood coating my tongue as I come undone, coating his stomach in my release.

“Yes, Kay, God, yes.” He groans, pulling me closer as if encouraging me to devour him. When my spasms finally stop, I pull back and gently lick the wound clean, immediately noting the intense silvery filigree against his dark skin that matches my eyes.

I look up into his face, and he smiles. “It seems we were fated as well.”

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