Page 49 of Taken to Nobu
I nod, mute, feeling every bit a boy. Feeling every bit a king. I brace my forearms on her either side and I press my hips forward. She tries to keep her eyes focused on me, but the pain becomes too much for her as I finally meet the last of her virgin body’s resistance.
I push and slide home and we bellow out our mirrored agonies to the room. I do not allow her the reprieve she may need however, but continue to rut her, all the while peppering many of these kisses across her face and holding steady until her pain passes and gives way to pleasure.
As it does, I roll forward, coming as close to her as I can while still being able to move. Our mouths are fused, our tongues are tangled, sweat ripples across my skin.
“Xivoora Xiveri,” I tell her in the heat of our passion, instances before my first release rolls over me and seed shoots out of my xora and into her womb. Though it will not take yet, I know that it will on a solar when we are both ready and when it does, I will fill the world with more warriors just like her. Just as savage as they are beautiful.
She closes her eyes as she screams her own pleasure to the room. Her impossibly tight core clenches even tighter around me, milking me for everything I have. And when she breaks my gaze, I cannot help but make the pleasure expression down at her. Her eyelids flutter. She knows what this means.
“You have broken my gaze. Now, my Xiveri, ready yourself for punishment.”
“Please,” she says, her arms splayed to reveal her full, soft chest mounds.
I dart forward, moving quickly enough to make her jolt, and latch onto one of those darkened peaks. I suck on it hard and when I bite gently on the side of her breast she releases a soft scream.
My xora is firm and ready inside of her yet once again. I hold her hands down at the wrist and prop up her hips so that she has no control and beneath me, is entirely vulnerable.Mine. To hold, to worship, to do with as I please.
“Don’t hold back,” she says, full of trust that I cannot believe I deserve.
“I will not, Kiki.” And I do not for the full length of the lunar.
16
Kinan
The early light of the solar filters into the overlook room. I ignore it and the tasks and responsibilities it brings and instead, pull the tattered furs up higher over us. Kiki stirs but only slightly, shifting onto her side and throwing her arm carelessly across my stomach. I smirk and trace the line of her shape with one finger, letting it roam absently over her perfect skin, taut and unblemished, before finally exploring her hair and its many tresses.
“What do you call this style of your hair?”
She makes the pleasure expression without opening her eyes and my two hearts beat firmly beneath my chest plates. “My braids?”
“Braids.” I exhale. “I like these braids very much.”
“Thank you. Kuana braided them. I taught her how.”
“You honor her.”
“That’s what she said,” Kiki sighs. Her tongue flashes between her teeth and though I want to press my own mouth to her delicious, spicy, shorba mouth and taste that tongue once more, I see that she is slightly swollen there.I was too hard with her.She encouraged the roughness, but I will need to be more careful with her in the future. That thought thrills me.There will be a future between us.A bright one.
“I like your hair too.”
Surprised, I blink. “Thank you,” I say in her human language, for we do not have these words.
“You’re welcome,” she sighs. I think she will sleep again when she says softly, “Why is there a strip of white?”
I hesitate, warring with myself on whether or not to tell her — but I realize quickly that not to tell her the truth, would be to lie. “It might surprise you to know that eons earlier, our ancestors here on Nobu looked much like today’s Dra’Kesh. Their hair was the color of snow, skin red. Many generations later, once inter-planetary travel had been discovered, a portion of Nobu’s ancient population sought to leave.
“They wanted to find more fertile lands with less harsh conditions. They took off and, thinking they were heading towards the capital planet of our federation, Voraxia — the same place where Raku and Rakukanna are now seated in our capital — they made a mistake in their navigation. It led them to Cxrian. The native tribes they found there were either assimilated or decimated and several hundred rotations later, the planet established itself as an independent planet from the Voraxian federation. Their race they called the Dra’Kesh.
“Voraxia was at peace with Cxrian until, not many rotations ago, the Dra’Kesh population stopped producing kits altogether. In an effort to rekindle their diminishing numbers, they sought new females to breed.
“The Dra’Kesh are a proud race, most unwilling to mate with any outside of their race. However, a militant group believed that Nobu, having shared ancestry with Dra’Kesh ancestors, might be acceptable as an alternative. They invaded this tribe. My Okkari before me was felled and as his second, I championed our warriors to victory. But not without loss. Two females were killed that day, along with twenty-three warriors. One of the females was with kit.”
Images of that battle revisit me.The smell of blood. The taste of smoke.I was hardly more than a kit myself when Dra’Kesh invaders arrived on our planet, hungry for females. They succeeded, but only for instances before the battle hunger and fierce need to revenge came over me. In my tribe they called it tsanuiand it is a sacred rite. I killed twelve fully grown Dra’Kesh warriors that day, but I could not stop just one of them from taking her life. The life of a femalewith kit.Not my own, but all kits and all females are sacred. That Dra’Kesh male died in pain, but it was not enough.
“What happened next?”
Blinking myself into the present, I quickly clear my throat and return my gaze to the brown face pressed against my chest, shining up at me. Purple against brown. Our colors look as if they were selected specifically to match. They look beautiful together.I wonder what our kits will look like.
