Page 3 of Ngozii's Plight

The mixing of my emotions makes my stomach churn, unsure of how to handle this.

“Xendaro, please don’t do this, not in front of Xenshay. He’s just a boy,” Mother begs, tears streaming down her face as she presses her hands to his thighs, pushing away from him.

I agree with her, partly, that I should leave the room. These intimate moments between mates should be that way, between them, not in front of others.

Father looks at me and grins, a salacious grin that makes my stomach flip, as I struggle to keep a neutral expression. “He’s old enough now to learn the benefits of being a man in charge.” Pulling hard on her hair, yanking her head back, he causes Mother to scream, as he turns back to me. “Remember when I told you I’d teach you the best parts of being in charge? Here’s your lesson, son.”

His hand shifts in her hair, cupping the back of her head as he pulls her toward his body. She fights, pushing against him. His other hand comes forward and grabs her chin, pulling it down as he shoves his cock into her mouth, causing her to gag. As he pulls on her head, forcing himself in and out of her mouth, spit slips down her chin, and her eyes water. She gags and slurps, trying to keep up with his brutal pace.

My heart pounds in my chest as I struggle for breath, my cock twitching to life. I grit my teeth together, hating myself for being aroused by my own parents, but the thought of forcing a woman to do something like that to me is a powerful one. It must feel amazing to have that sort of control over your own pleasure and someone else’s.

When he’s had enough of her mouth, he shoves her away before pulling her to her feet and pushing her toward the couch. She pants and struggles as she’s forced to bend over, her hands hitting the cushions. “Please, don’t do this.”She begs once again, but he doesn’t listen. With one hand still in her hair, holding her down, the other pulls her tail aside as he lines himself up.

Slamming into her hard, she cries out, her legs trembling as she clings to the furniture. Her body rocks with each thrust, her head hitting the back cushion repeatedly as profanities and guttural moans pour from Father.

As I watch on, I wonder what it truly feels like. How slick is she for him? How tight does her body squeeze? God, I want to know. It seems I need to start looking for a potential mate. Someone I can own.

Father roars his release, pressing into Mother one final time before he relaxes. He pulls away, and she crumbles to the floor, silent sobs shaking her body. Scoffing, he tosses her ripped clothes at her. “Go clean yourself up, you’re a mess, woman.” She rushes from the room as he slips his pants back on and pulls me to the kitchen with him. Opening a wooden cabinet, he grabs down a glass bottle, one I’ve never seen before, and two matching cups.

“The only good thing about the cities is this right here, the alcohol.” He grins as he pours two small glasses of the bright green liquid. Handing me a glass, he says, “To us, two proud, pure blood Nyan men. Never let a woman, or anyone else, weaken you, Xenshay. Be proud of your heritage.” Lifting the glass to his mouth, he knocks his head back, swallowing it in one gulp.

Following his example, I quickly knock back the liquid, hating the awful sting in my throat as it goes down. When my glass thumps down on the table, Father pats me on the back in pride, and I chuckle. Despite the confusion I felt only moments ago watching the scene before me, seeing the pride on my father’s face, in his eyes, I know I shouldn’t be ashamed.

It seems to me as if this was my final lesson. For the first time in my life, I feel like a man. A man who’s learned all he can from his father and is ready to take the world for himself.

Chapter 1

Xenshay

Bowing at Tavionna’s feet, my heart races as I hope with all I am that she doesn’t reject me. Whispers surround me, many translated in my mind, and it’s then I realize that many of these people don’t speak English. The guards and Tavionna do, but with an accent. I hadn’t picked up on that before.

My eyes close as my life seems to flash before me, each heartbeat painful as I try to decipher what will come next.

I had a lot of time to think on the flight here, two days to be exact, and in that time, I began to see my life a bit differently. Questions I had never thought to ask before popped into my brain and challenged the very essence of who I am.

When I looked around me on that ship and saw the families traveling together, noted the way the children clung to their parents, the parents clinging right back, something clicked in me. My mother had been the only one to ever treat me that way, to cling to me and show me affection. My father had been harsh, rejective, and unforgiving. He pushed me to be like him, to challenge the new ways, to take what I wanted.

The families around me didn’t take from each other, they shared, they asked, they gave. It was a beautiful back and forth that allowed them to stand on equal ground. My father never shared equal ground with my mother, he felt above her, giving him the power he wielded over her to do as he pleased.

I had followed in his footsteps, letting the power I wielded over others go to my head as he did. Watching the villagers around me growing up, I had learned to see their camaraderie and love as a weakness, as my father did. I scoffed at them and refused to partake in the silly gatherings and team building they did. The only reason I allowed myself to mingle among them was to find a mate.

Willa had always been small, meek, and sweet. She was an easy target to subdue. Some sweet words and gestures to earn her trust, and she all but fell at my feet, ready to worship me. Like I had been taught, when she moved in and was ready to create a lasting relationship with me, I showed my true colors. I pushed my power on her, taking what I wanted when I wanted it, and making sure she understood her place and how my home would be run.

I hadn’t counted on her running to the chief to get away from me. My mother had certainly never done such a thing to my father, she was always there. What did that make her? Mother had always cowered, cried, begged for mercy, only to let him do it again the following day or week. Willa was stronger than that, she fought for herself. That had been the first and only time before now that I wondered if what I was doing was wrong.

Shortly after my struggles with Willa, Mother had disappeared, never to be seen or heard from again. She didn’t even say goodbye to me. Father went hunting one day mere weeks after Mother’s disappearance and was killed by an angry boar. He had tried to go after a female, and the male had been nearby, skewering Father through the chest with its tusks. A hunting party had found his mangled body and brought him back to me. I was left alone to connect any remaining dots in my life, but I had so few, so I merely fell into myself, following my father’s teachings, and living day to day.

When Kari and Jeff had arrived on our planet, I watched from the back of the crowd as they spoke to our people, gained their trust, and achieved their goal of finding a home for the slimy Sautiitions. When I found out the chief was willing to allow such intermingling, I heard my father’s voice yelling at me, demanding I do something to stop such a horrid breach in our pure lines. We were the last remaining pure village that we knew of. How could the chief so willingly let in outsiders!?

Then I realized that Kari and Jeff had bonded to Vahru and Willa, my Willa, and I saw red. No way would they take everything from me. I’d already lost my family, I wouldn’t lose my mate, too, even if she didn’t believe she was mine. I took action into my own hands and boarded the Sautiition’s ship when they were out and found the self-destruct sequence. I did what no one else had the courage to do.

When Kari and Vahru found me and brought me in, of course, I fought back. The village needed to be shown that what they were doing was wrong, but they didn’t believe me, choosing to cast me out instead. Thus began my journey into myself.

Had my father taught me wrong all those years? It didn’t make sense to me. How could a father teach his son improperly? I thought he had loved me, been proud of me, but maybe I was just a tool for him to spread his beliefs through. Was I nothing more than what I had been conditioned to be?

Mother had treated me with kindness and love, the same kindness I saw in those families around me on the ship. Mothers showered their babies with hugs and tender kisses, sweet words of reassurance, the same way Mother did when I came home from playing each day. Had I been wrong to brush her aside and let Father treat her the way he did? Should I have stood up for her?

Now I am left to wonder if I can even change, if I can learn to be someone different, someone accepted by a society. Before the ship deposited me on this desert wasteland, I had decided to start my life fresh, to simply live every day learning anew as I found myself. Now as the soul bond pumps through my veins, I once again question if I am capable of change, capable of being the man I need to be for a Priestess?

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