First day of forever.
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Writers : Lao’Taun (The Sovereign) and Xia (CharlotteCarrendar)
Continued from Guardian Angel.
Solitude. That was what embraced the second Emmisary as she awoke within the finer trappings of the Inner chambers of Lao’ Taun. A far cry from the battle scarred Cathedral, where Xia had fought the mighty Tthamaugn and won. One could not imagine, that the first twenty four hours of Xia’s existence would have her achieve what many failed to do in a lifetime. Course, the world beyond the Cathedral and the inner chamber was of no consequence or consideration for the Emmisary. All that she knew was that she had done more than prove her worth to Lao’ Taun; she had managed to find her way through his emotional shield, and earnt her place as his companion, and his guardian. Xia’s gesture to surrender her will to Lao’ Taun was akin to the taming of a noble creature who otherwise could not be reined in by any other. Lao’ Taun knew it, and so to did the Anuin Congress. What this meant for their immediate future was unclear to Xia…but time would reveal all to her, as well as those that may seek to do them harm.
The inner chamber was only adorned with glowing glyphs as opposed to natural light. No candles or lit flames, but the hue did bathe Xia in an aero descent glow which illuminated her alabaster flesh. Lying amongst scattered silken cushion which adorned a master king sized bed; the Second Emmisary was wide awake, but her slender digits were seen to be stroking the smooth textured fabric. Long claw like nails that drew along the weave, as Xia lay upon her side. Her lower torso draped in a crimson coloured sheet which accentuated her svelte form. She was now scarred deeply upon her right side by the attack made from the Tthamaugn, and though it was not as painful as the initial strike, you could still see the glistening of her congealed blood as it tried to knit the scar closed. Xia let out a soft moan from arching her back, as she stretched her body out. Xia glanced across to the empty space where she last saw Lao’ Taun sleeping, after what was their first night together.
He made his vow and decree to her at the end of her battle, and kept his word true, for their coupling was indeed her surrender of body and mind; in a way few females could match. As wild and free as can be imagined, Lao’ Taun broke her in upon the satin sheets. Their cries were a chorus that would be heard through all hive minds, and bring joy to those who served under them.
Time for rest was over, and Xia pushed herself up slowly; the satin sheet falling away to reveal more of her toned body. Slipping her legs over the side, bare feet touched the floor, and with a single push with her hands she rose to standing, and took in all that was in the Inner chamber; this sanctum of Lao’ Taun. It was sparsely furnished, but what captured her eyes was the great paintings which depicted him in a noble manner, a leader. One whose meteoric rise to power had not been without casualty or loss. Uncaring for cloth, or robes, Xia padded across the floor to gaze up in wonder at grand painting that was a bust portrait of Lao’ Taun. You could see he wore the uniform of his office, his face chiselled and determined. But she did notice that look in his eyes, so different from what she had seen during her night. The artist had captured the sadness behind the facade. Xia now knew that she had made a difference, for his eyes mirrored hers, and she knew he was now complete…whole.
Xia brought her right hand up and pressed her nails into her wound. With her finger tips coated lightly in her own blood, she brought them to her lips and licked them clean. The Second Emmisary did not seem bothered that she was alone, in fact it was probably best that she was left to her own devices then having others wait on her. Her trust would fall only to one person, one man alone. Lao’ Taun. Any other that approached, did so at their own risk. Though she appeared on the surface to be as delicate as an opened blossom before the morning sun; deep within her core lay the heart of a natural predator. Only through more rigorous tests would this come to light. Xia Yuèha slowly turned from the painting, and began her ritualistique pacing; back and forth across the room. Her mind sharpening like a razor’s edge, waiting for what this day would bring.
*
The first day of what seemed to be a whole new life, had started as the night before had ended – rather he couldn’t separate where night had become day, lost within the raptures of Xia. He had left the bed where he had claimed her, the deep scars of their union worn upon his back – wounds he would never permit to heal as that they were part of the tapestry of the vessel, he was marked and claimed and no doubt so was she. The reality of what had happened was still processing within his thoughts, his reaction had been contradictory to everything that anyone expected including him – he was more than happy to share all that he had, all that he was and all that came with who and what they were.
In truth, the Luminary had not strayed far from Xia at all. His presence was still within each, faintly glowing nebulous spheres watching as she moved within the hold of twisted sheets. Lao’Taun had never been an emotional man, fitting the philosophical and principal foundations of what most considered to be a stoic society – assumptions were rarely correct, it was more the appreciation of beauty, of the more precious emotions associated with bonding were more private, reserved and not quite as easily tossed around like some cultures they encountered. He sat, masterful form still nude within the arm chair a few paces from the bed – not even to be fully noticed yet as that he remained silent as she stood to pace.
“I’m not quite sure, if I defeated you or you defeated me…” he said, quietly in regards to their union the night prior, “Perhaps its a battle that will never be decided.” he grinned, unmoving from his position. He had already made arrangements for her first day, an outing to explore the Chanyosa’s largest city, Kithugha-Damaudan. His eyes locked on her form, the scars of their battle and the wound she still had from her first trial, he was pleased with what he seen and he awaited her words, knotted digits curled over the ends of the armrest of the chair tag.
*
The dimly lit room would offer sanctuary to Lao’Taun’s naked form, as he watched Xia go through her ritual of pacing. Only when he addressed her, his voice a quiet hush that did echo throughout the inner chamber; did she come to stop and turn her head to face him. Her black tresses swept from her shoulder, part of her bangs settling across one eye, giving her a more demure expression. But never judge her by the way she appears. As he knew all to well during their first night, she was capable of using her clawed fingers to carve her own markings upon his flesh.
“I’m not quite sure, if I defeated you or you defeated me…” he said, but behind it you could tell that he knew he had conquered her, both mind and spirit. Lao’Taun did not need to vocalise this, for she could sense him. Like his fingers were still pressed to her flesh, and drawing her to face him now. Xia was a woman of very few words, and in their society this was probably a godsend. On turning, Lao’ Taun could see her battle scars, that ran in a sharp diagonal across her right side, but also the light bruises of his own hands. When he took her as mate, he did not hold back. Some may say brutal, others may class it as a show of domination over her. However, Xia gave back as good as she got, and his own body heralded the scars to prove it.
Standing proud before him, she did not kneel or cower but held herself aloof. Her jade eyes locked upon his, then for a short spell, she let them travel down as she devoured his form within her mind. The edge of lusting savoured briefly, and when her eyes were brought back up, she could only grin, at his witty retort.
“Perhaps its a battle that will never be decided.”
“A battle nonetheless, my Lord. It would take a great deal to extinguish my urge to fight.”
Right foot placed forward, followed by the left, then repeated few steps over till she came to be in his light. Catching the way his fingers curled around the ends of his arm rest, she took her hand up to her hair, and swept it back from her eyes, combing it away. Thus allowing him to see her face clearly. She was slow to bring her hand back down, letting it trace across her bosom then fall to her side.
“What do you desire this day? More time in the Cathedral to battle the beasts of the UAR, or…are we to remain in this chamber and tend to our wounds?”
*
“A battle nonetheless, my Lord. It would take a great deal to extinguish my urge to fight.”
Lao’Taun’s almond-shaped eyes closed briefly, somehow the words she spoke came to him as a very tempting challenge, it was in his nature to test her limits in all ways and the thoughts of more of her caused his posture to straighten. His eyes opened again, having missed the form of the one whom had been created to be his equal. “I was going to take you on a tour of the city today…” he replied, watching as she moved her hair from her face. Every time he looked at her, it was unexplainable the feeling that came over him. As she let her hand fall to her side, he reached for it to urge her forwards to him, inviting her to his lap.
Lao’Taun leaned his head back against the back of the chair, he had no discomfort in being nude before her. His battle born form bearing both old and new scar to go with those added within the throws of passion, he desired more of her – the focus of his life adjusting to the new vision which included her.
Despite there being a timetable already set, it was nothing cut into stone. He desired to know her being entirely before they rejoined their kin – before they proceeded to wherever the next conquest would take them. Members of the Hand worked in unison, dispersing through the various military units placed throughout the city. The majority of Kithugha-Damaudan was inhabited by the humanoid castes like the Nyshakrlzhao and the few Norians who had remained within the U.A.R. It was the center of commerce for the massive nation which rarely colonized worlds after conquest. The interior of the massive moon-sized Leviathan was home to millions.
News of Xia’s emergence had hit the media, volumetric images of the new Luminary were transmitted through the city, some of the buildings even volumetrically projecting her likeness upon their surfaces in reverance of her. The Umarians were expectant, excited even to see what their new leadership would bring them.
*
“I was going to take you on a tour of the city today…”
As her hand fell, Lao’Taun reached out and seized it, bringing her towards him so that she may join him on his chair. Xia tentatively sat upon his lap, feeling the warmth of his skin as they pressed their naked flesh against the other. She moved in closer, and in a remarkable display of what could be viewed as affection, Xia lowered her head to his shoulder, though her eyes were cast away. Her free hand extended to cover the one that remained upon the arm rest and the two then sat in silence. Words were neither needed, nor elegant phrases or declarations of love everlasting. Their union was so much deeper than that. A wholeness of two beings, that when combined locked together they are to become an unforgivable adversary to the enemies of their cause; their people.
Intentions of taking her out to see what lay beyond the high walls of the Cathedral seemed to now be lost, for Lao’ Taun didn’t need to show off his companion. It was already spread far across the galaxies. Her image adorned on many a ship and building. Xia had no real inkling of how much her birth had created a stir amongst the armies on neighbouring systems, but for now, the only stirring that mattered was in that of her Lord.
Xia started to trace her long claws along the indentations and reddened tracks that she had carved with her own hands. A softening appeared to her facial expression, not seeming to care if they were to go out or not. Xia spoke in an unnatural whisper, so soft even for her. She made her intent clear however.
“The city can wait…You come first, my Lord.”
*
“The city can wait…You come first, my Lord.”
What she said, was near unmeasurable. She wasn’t even concerned with the fact she had nothing, the material didn’t seem to matter to Xia at all. That was a far cry from the hording gluttons that had tried their luck and failed. Lao’Taun was amazed, he was never a man of many words and even if he had them, he would of lost them before they got to his lips. Plans to go see the city could wait, there were entire galaxies to be explored and conquered and the only place her eyes were – were on him.
He held her, left hand raised and lightly working through her silky ashen threads. Over and over again, as if they had been apart for an eternity – in some ways they had been. Its not often that a man’s dreams come true, but in her – his not only came true, but they came a live and he never wanted it to end. He had even contemplated that he may still be asleep, and if he was he never wanted to wake. Her warm fingers touched upon the wounds that she had previously drawn, the marks of her belonging.
I love you was just words, and Lao’Taun had observed their use, observed their destruction. He had studied his enemies well before pursuing them, and his absorbance of some of them was near an act of mercy when it came to the damages such things had caused. Higher words needed to exist, but he didn’t know them and he didn’t need them. [Vesper] Like a whisper on the night’s wind, his mind – his thoughts and emotions flowed to Xia. He shared himself upon the most intimate of levels.
Fear was something that Lao’Taun had never experienced before, not until that second. He was scared that she would somehow be taken from him, he feared the day that his ‘dream’ ended. In the solitude, in the quiet of their embrace he knew that he was home, she was like no other and could never be replaced.
*
The dawning of a new age was now heralded, for the couple’s embrace in the silence of the inner chamber was the epitome of bliss. With no eyes peering, or ears to hear them speak regardless, the duo was in the midst of getting to know the pleasure of just being held. Fingers travelling along the lines that they marked the other, stroking of hair; simple yet powerful when you realize just what they meant to the other. Certainly their night’s coupling was the symbol of joining, unity, but this was more. As so many place importance on the material treasures and collectables, Xia held nothing above her Lord. No sonnets, no sweeping gestures for they had made their vows and oaths to protect and serve the other.
Slowly, Xia raised her head whilst feeling the pull of Lao’ Taun’s fingers through her hair. She sensed the wave of fear, like a pin prick that started to spread across her skin and down her spine. Xia brought her hand up from his and then placed it to his lips, pressing lightly. Xia shook her head and uttered.
“This is home…here with you. Let me wash away those feelings. Trust in me, for I am only whole with you, my Lord.” Xia took her hand away, and then brought her lips up to his to replace her finger, sealing her pact. Eyes closed and allowing an opening of her mind, so that he may delve within and see she spoke truth. For now, she was tamed, but even he would know there were boundaries to this. The creator had made a fail safe in her design, one that would come to fruition in the coming trials they faced. Lao’ Taun just needed to see this for himself.
*
Lao’Taun was amazed, while maintaining their strength they had found something even stronger. The ability to share with one another completely, It was almost unexplainable, because there was a fact that was not spoken – the symphony’s matrix that had been prepared for her never included it, it developed on it’s own. An act of chaos, an act of mercy to save the leader of the Umarian people from ever having to face being alone again. There was no dowries, no gifts, nothing exchanged between them – she had yet to touch anything but him save floor and sheet.
He pressed his lips back to hers, at first the kiss was just that – the light pressure of their lips upon one another. He encompassed her, not just with his arms but with his presence. The darkness seemed to close around them, suffocating to the world but like a set of wings to cradle her. He pressed his lips harder to hers, splayed digits sent to roam her form that was solely his to touch. He kissed her with all that he was, passionately and without resistance or hesitation, tongue slipping beneath the part of her lips to taste upon her tongue. Their union put to shame those who had known each other entire lifetimes, the truth was he had known her – she was the War Maiden within his dreams, brought to life upon a single wish to never be alone again.
[Vesper] “Home is with you, our home is with each other…and the universe is our playground. We have the power and the means to go anywhere, and do anything but at the end of the day – it could all fade away and as long as I hold you, I am complete.” [] The words that came from Lao’Taun were meant for her and her alone, never before had he even given a whisper that he would ever give anything up for anyone. He pressed his form against hers, handling her almost like one would a doll, repositioning her on his lap so she was facing him completely.
*
How is it that two could be so cold on the surface, and yet in this moment, they acted like the perfect pair and shared warmth of intimacy that is favoured by many, yet enjoyed by so few? In the stripping away of the barricades that were self imposed, Lao’ Taun was for the first time able to enjoy a closeness to one being that gave all so selflessly, and without reservation. At first tentative kisses, so soft like he himself was daring to go further, only to be swept into the deeper waters of sinful desire. But this was not sin however. A growing need that required sating above and beyond the carnal needs of a male. A reconnection, which once their shared kiss deepened, the more he opened himself up to her. Tongues exploring, intertwined and danced as she succumbed without sound.
Xia’s own kisses back grew with a yearning, a hunger from within, and she allowed him to pick her up, much like a light doll to reposition her upon his lap, so their bodies were now moulded together. Xia’s legs wrapped around his back and she drew her head back from the kiss, so her eyes might search his. Wanting to see her own reflection, so she knew he had captured her in his mind. With both hands, she ran her fingers through his hair, teasing, preening, before leaning in. Her swollen breasts brushed lightly against his chest as she nuzzled her cheek to his, and her lips found his earlobe, which she sucked into her mouth. Her warmth of skin would envelope him, as she paid homage to her Lord. Xia showed a gentle streak which was a side to her nature no one else would dare see. Pulling back again, her teeth released his lobe, and she brought her face back round to face his, before bringing her forehead to rest with his own.
Xia didn’t speak…she didn’t have to. The words passed from him were all the comfort she ever needed. Nothing could break the beauty of this moment, and it would be held within her heart, and give her the strength to fight on in his name, so long as she took a breath.
*
The heart of Lao’Taun had been previously described as a dark and dying sun, from which no light escaped. Now his heart was a raging pulsar, it’s beckoning light ebbing outwards in a declaration for her and her alone. Each movement Xia made, was like a spark casting upon smouldering embers, and from the flickers in the darkness came fire – passion that burned so hot it would of melted the chair where they sat. He hungered for her, for all of her. He couldn’t get close enough it seemed his body pressed back in resistance to hers as he savoured every breath of her he took. No explanation was needed, no words could of explained it anyway. When he looked back into her eyes, he seen destiny – he seen the only one who could ever have his side and live to enjoy it.
He paused there, looking back at her as she looked at him. It was a moment in time that he would remember for the rest of his existence; dwell upon when the times ahead became turbulent and when he missed her. She completed him entirely; it was with awe that he gazed at her, like an explorer that had just discovered a new star or nebula. He had named her, he had forged her, he had broken her and he would keep her.
The pause built tension, like a predator stalking its prey. His left hand traced up her back and with a sudden movement his fingers were clutched within the black strands, he didn’t pull her hair hard, but was firm enough to drive her lips back to his. He kissed her hungrily, almost as if to devour her. His right hand slipped down her back, clutching upon her cheek to draw her tightly against him, to close what little space there was. His strength was measurable, dealt with direction rather than malicious gluttony. She was not some trophy to him, not a doll to prop up upon a throne set to bear his young and entertain the masses. She has his and his alone and when she joined him upon the field or at the table it was because she was part of him and it was illogical to leave behind parts of one self.
His hands gripped upon her, tugging upon her strands like a puppet directing and teaching, manoeuvring her to follow him as well as her. He would never deny her anything, and would always grant her everything. She was his freedom, when he had her he was a man, not a leader, not a politician or warrior be he was himself. He felt the warmth of her breasts against his chest, the smoothness of her skin against him, his desire had a resolve that could be matched by no other. He sought it once more, her submission, her..everything to be his.
*
The break of the kiss, the two pressed their heads together, and then there followed the a moment where it was as if they were squaring off. The air was filled with a tension that was like two warriors were about to go into the attack on the other. You could see in her face, as her eyes searched his, she could feel the building up, the wave of fury about to be unleashed, like a ravenous sea pounding and crashing against the very rocks. Xia’s chest heaved as her heart beat increased and she knew he was set to come at her. By the sudden gripping of her hair, and then the way he drew her body in tight; hand clasped to her ass cheek, and the territorial holding, there would be no escaping from his advances. Akin to a Lion taking a wild lioness and baring down on her, his lips devoured hers with an insatiable hunger that had been released after the build up of sexual tension. The more he feed on her, the more his hunger grew. Would she fight back against her Lord, as she had against the first beast she had slain? Xia had it in her to fight back against unwanted advances, but truth was she wanted this more than anything. Though still strong, and he could feel the rolling of her muscles, as he forced his will upon her, the reward was far greater than could possibly be imagined.
From the silence, you could hear the guttural moans that was escaping her lips just at the corner, the reverberation as it rippled up her throat. A delicious growl if you could call it that. It was that moment, the predator within Xia was released, and she gave it all, her clawed hands feverishly drawing up and down his back, hunger matched as she started to grind against his own pelvis with hers. The natural scent of her pheromones was released from her pores, to almost embalm his senses. The grip on her hair so tight would have her writhe and pull, as she withdrew for a single breath, then her lips smashed against his, to bruise the delicate tissue. She had submitted, but in doing so, he had unlocked the inner demon, that may well cause him to rise with her upon him and take her down on the floor. Animalistic, it had gone from delicate tracing of fingers, to a full on war of the flesh. He had the upper hand of course, in brute strength, but her own power in her ability to latch on, may find him desiring to push her body beyond any normal limits.
If this was a test, the supreme test she was capable as his mate…he now had the rights to have her prove it.
*
Xia dragged him to the floor; her ambition was like the fuel to his fire. A low growl escaped his lips as he sought control again; his lips crashed against hers once more. It was like he couldn’t get enough, her hands grabbed at his flesh and in some cases tearing and ripping as she showed her desire for him. He kept the distance between their bodies just enough to maintain resistance, making her work for every bit of flesh she got. The taste of her lips was like ambrosial fruit though and it wasen’t long before he was intoxicated with her, deep almost predatory breaths escaping during the brief seconds their lips would part. His will, his resolve had not faultered, not once as he desired her to completion.
[Dismissal of the Shroud] The remnants of Chothakek although having been invisible flooded away from his body, the symbiont armour shrinking back to become an armoured stream that followed the shape of his spine down his back. It exposed a new level of intimacy to their touch, for rather than the shielded form it was true flesh Lao now permitted her to touch. The rest of his weaponization deactivating along with it, save for Myothe which he often utilized for creative measures. [] Neural bundles present within the tips of his fingers sent tiny shock-like sensations into the warmth of each handful of flesh her hungrily grabbed, [Mosth] A lower powered fragrant pheramon seeped from his pores, tainting the air with a scent reminiscent of sandalwood designed to stimulate arousal. The chemistry of Umarian form complex and unique, all part of the throws of passion he offered.
He broke his lips from hers, fingers still entangled within her hair – used to draw her neck to the side exposing it to him. Ravenous, delighted beyond conception he took to her ravenesque features, lips suckling against her skin, tongue diving against her flesh, teeth biting and tearing at her. The animalistic and predatory nature of both of them, they were capable of tearing through entire armies just to get to one another. From neck to breast, he left no inch of her without his touch, without tasting. His right hand scaled the length of her inner thigh, grabbing and clawing at the skin – he couldn’t get her close enough, he wanted her to melt against him. He was addicted, untameable and unstoppable in his plight to please her.
*
With her back upon the cold stone floor, Lao’Taun had full control for his weight would keep her pinned down with ease. Course she showed a resistance, but this was only from her wanting as badly to mark, scratch and bite upon his flesh and taste his blood. The very hunger in her eyes, the way her lips curled up when she found purchase after attempting to bite on his right shoulder. Though their first coupling was fast and almost blind in its need to sate the other, now their bodies were locked, intertwined upon the floor. Her legs she drew up and then around his hips, so to position her exactly as he would need to find that warm spot in which to lay his seed within. Before now he had not found a female worthy to even carry this, but Xia was unlike any other and now with her beneath him, her back arching sharply every time he pulled upon her hair, she was the essence of his dream warrior maiden.
Lao’ Taun’s hunger grew, as he tore her head to the side, revealing her neck to him. The veins in her flesh were ripe with her life giving blood, and he could hear her panting heavily, as she stared up at him through half opened slits. From her mouth she released a loud cry of submission, when he bore down on her throat and started to bite and feed, her lithe body writhing and bucking violently beneath him, only serving to make him want to punish her further. The air of excitement was building, as she latched onto him with clawed hands, and you could hear the hiss through gritted teeth. Warm and wet, drenched in blood and her own natural syrup like fluid releases, the heat between them was building with the friction of flesh.
It was now or never…take her and finally crush any resistance, and ride on in on the waves of his ultimate climactic moment in her arms.
*
Resistance broke; her slender digits pressuring his flesh to get a good grip broke him down as desire outweighed restraint. Claws and digits gripped and tore, each clash of their bodies intense and driven by the emotion of their bond. She was his, and everything was in testament to that. Just when it seemed like he was going to give in completely and bury his ambition within her he tore away, backing down her body. His clawed digits dragged down her midriff and as they fled they punctured her flesh allowing the warmth of her blood to flow which was soon met by his lips as he used his knees to support himself. Within seconds his warm breath was falling over her most sensitive flesh, over the warm wetness she had produced for him. His hands drove her thighs apart in separation. He looked up at her briefly; normally nebulous orbs turned a glossy black with intoxication for her.
[Mosth II] A second pheramone was released from him, the not quite humanoid features evident a spherical-like holes became exposed down the course of his sides. An insectoid chemical, designed to trigger massive releases of seratonin-like chemicals soaked into the already saturated air, It would trigger exhilaration, empathic and telepathic connections as well as playing upon the initial pheramon released to increase arousal, it held a musk-like scent and seemed to form a cloud around them.
He lowered his head, and from her blossom he sought honey, the nectar of passion and he was relentless within his strive to do so, wet, lengthy tongue-muscle prodding to explore her most confined place. From the depths to the most sensitive of petals he teased and denied her the full onslaught until he was ready, tongue pounding against her clit with force, twisting as he seemed to bury his face right to her. The clawed tips of his right hand retracted, two of his fingers sought to explore her further. He wanted her to scream, to tell the entire galaxy who her lord was and that he pleased her.
[Vesper] “You are mine, and you shall know no other….”
*
Xia’s black tresses framed her face as they coated the floor around her head. With her chest heaving and the struggle for breath as she swallowed hard on her own saliva, built up from the cries that escaped her. Lao’Taun’s sudden release, when he pulled back from her, caused Xia’s brow to crease as a look of confusion swept her features. It was like he had brought her to the edge of the cliff and then suddenly let her fall.
What she didn’t realise was that he was going to take further control, and by that Xia tilted her head back, and roared loudly, as his clawed digits tore into her flesh, with the oozing of her warm blood rising up and spilling down over her sides and onto the floor. There is a fine line between pleasure and pain, and he was forcing her to balance between them. Xia reached out to scratch and swipe at his shoulders, but he moved positions, and before she knew it, he had knelt between her legs,and was forcing them apart brutally. Her glistening flower, the folds of skin between her legs were ripe with blood and waxed in a coating of her divine juices. Xia flailed upon the floor, arms rising over her head now, as she stretched out. The tips of her bare nipples darkened and the areola changed colour, with her skin now ripe and sensitive to his touch.
As soon as he dived between her legs, and his tongue began to lap at her petal like folds, the sound of her voice rose to a higher pitch, her inner thigh muscle twitching involuntarily, a light shudder travelling up and down the full length of her body. Xia jerked when his fingers burrowed their way inside her, clawing her velvet like ribbed innards and only making her desire him all the more. He truly was the Master of her body, the temple that he was now paying homage, and she could barely contain her excitement, for her senses picked up on the pheramone, and she was enveloped in a cloud that would only have her even more aroused. Her clawed hands raked the cold stone floor, as she secreted more of her honey like juices upon his tongue.
*
He loved to feel her struggle, the binds of control slipping away from her as he controlled as he played with her. He sought the course of her fire, strived to push her over the edge and take her beyond her limits. With that one finger, turned to two, curling his fingers upwards at the end of each pounding thrust into her depths. He wanted her to remember him, sucking and biting lightly around her clit before ramming his tongue against it then circling it again. No mercy was shown, no hesitation was granted, his thoughts flowed freely to her to fuel her most inner desires. This was his play, his time to send her into glorious crescendo, and he would not fail.
[Ilatarha] The Master of the Horde had more to bare than conventional means, however skilled, he was Umarian and with that came other blessings. Two fixtures of multiple symbiotic infestations became evident; the two dollar-coin sized starfish-like creatures slipped from their hiding place. They moved fast, almost like spiders scurrying, moving to latch onto her nipples. Neural transmission tendrils would sink beneath her tender nubs, as the creatures created intense suction around the place where they had been delivered. Each move, actualized, planned and controlled by him.
He quickened the pace of his fingers, wanting to throw her over the edge. His tongue’s quest for her honey preformed with hunger and unmatchable fury. Each movement of her hips, each sound she made observed and studied, desired and wanted. He looked up at her, and he could see perfection, he could see his future and would stop at nothing to claim it fully.
*
The reflection of the dim lights cast across her blooded and now perspiration riddled form. Though the stone floor beneath her body was cold to touch, she was on fire, as her Lord ravaged her lower regions, showing no mercy as he used slick digits, claws and of course his long tongue to tease and enforce his will upon her. Hungrily he tore into her most sensitive flesh that sent her into spasms that she was unable to control. Each thrust of his claws up inside her, had her buttocks slide up the stone tiles which were smeared with her own blood and juices. A sticky lather building, that dripped from his chin and the exposed part of his hand onto the floor in a small pool. Xia’s cries began to deepen from the shrill sound of pain, to the more savage growls of a female close to the edge.
But then the unexpected happened, when Lao’ Taun released the small starfish like creatures, that skittered along her svelte form and reached the top most peaks of her ripe nipples. Each then latched on and hard, with a vice like grip. Xia brought her shaking hands down to feel what he had let loose on her breasts, but then fell back as they started to suck violently, causing her to have a release from the inner milk ducts. Pain of pin and needle like jabs tore through her mammary muscle and if Lao’Taun was too look up, he could see them quiver and tremble, like two jello moulds, being shocked again and again. Xia licked her lips in a frenzy, eyes now dilating as she went into the final act of her sexual peak.
Lao’Taun’s tongue and fingers worked in tandem, burrowing, slamming within her and Xia was now delirious. The euphoria had reached alarming levels, and now she bucked so violently, that her ass cheeks were swelling from the bruising she was doing unto herself. Xia took two last gasps of breathe as her lungs swelled to capacity, and then her eyes rolled back, revealing only white, the moment come….and she could no longer hold back any more. Like a freight train smashing through, she reached the pinnacle and screamed his name so loud, it would be heard across every hive mind. Xia gave over, her surrender was finished, as she released a torrent from within, her insides pulsating violently, enough to draw his fingers tight within. Xia suffered three aftershocks, that had her a quivering mess, completely spent….no longer able to fight.
*
Lao’Taun’s eyes widened slightly as he pushed her over the edge, watching her body’s responses to his offerings of pleasure. He pushed even as she began to quake, tongue darting to ensure he did not miss a drop of her offering. Her nectar was intoxicating, her scent was divine and he could not get enough of her. His face buried between her thighs even as she released, he savoured every cry she made including the call of his name. It excited him, drove him, made him want her all the more. He cared not that her echoing screams were only enhanced by the cathedral above, sending them echoing through the interior of the Chanyosa.
The creatures he had set upon her nipples didn’t release from her, delivering neural shocks straight into her to enhance her pleasures. As she gave up each final quake, he knew it was just the beginning. Chin dripping with her juices he raised his head, looking up and into her eyes. After a few moments he moved, placing himself propped up on his side right beside her, fingers shifting through her dishevelled hair, before leaning down to kiss her with the taste of her nectar still on his lips.
He considered her surrendered mess of a form temporary, for he would push and push upon her resolve to take her to her limits and beyond.
*
Xia lay trying desperately to recapture her breath, when Lao’Taun lifted his head from between her legs, and then moved around and propped himself up on his side, laying alongside her. Her head turned just far enough to meet with his, as he kissed her lips lightly, still with the smear of her own honey upon his lips. Xia closed her eyes, and with her tongue, licked his lips clean; an absolute show of submission, before turning her head back so she could stare at the ceiling. Her lower body simply ached, the feeling hard to describe, as the last of the aftershocks tore through her. Bloodied and spent, she could still feel the suction of the small starfish like creatures that were attached to her. Perhaps, a reminder that she was always under his control, her pleasures started and ended with him. Both her hands settled palm down on the floor, with her head tilted back slightly, she uttered:
“Have I failed..?”
*
“Have I failed..?”
Lao’Taun seemed confused at first, her question didn’t make sense to him. It took a few seconds for him to actually understand why she was questioning if she had failed. “You have not failed, you have pleased me beyond words.” In the past, he had never been concerned with anyone other than himself, it was maybe selfish but he never had a reason. Her submission, her exhalations’ captivated him, uplifted him and made him desire her even more. “This is just the beginning…we have eternities to spend together…” He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her once more.
There was something about her, something that held him there. He could not explain it, other than the fact she had been made for him. Her presence, her design was a powerful message, the fact he would never have to worry about the corruption that most rulers had from the place beside them. He was as lost in her as she was in him, and he would not hold back.
*
The starfish like creatures that adorned her sore nipples, also stopped in their suction. Perhaps having a breather like Xia was. A look of concern flashed through her dark jade eyes, unsure of why she deemed her own behaviour as failure. Xia had stared at the ceiling, as she swallowed once more, definitely drained from the pleasures that Lao’ Taun had bestowed upon her. This was still only her second day, so all this was so new to her. Natural instinct carved the way, as much as her own claw like digits had torn through Lao’Taun’s flesh. A slight turn of the head, and he had engaged her again, answering her question, and in some way bringing comfort, as she lay spent upon the cold stone floor.
“You have not failed, you have pleased me beyond words.”
Truth…words could not even begin to describe the feelings that swept her body when he took her to be seated upon his lap. Reassurance was offered, like a cold cloth to warmest regions, offering relief from possible torment. As she took another breathe through her mouth, she released a half laugh, like she tried to suppress it, but if failed to stay down. Not a laugh at him, more like relief.
“This is just the beginning…we have eternities to spend together…”
Xia knew in her heart that this was true, like in how the creator made her, she was designed and destined to accompany him throughout all his trials and tribulations. One thing to note, in her being made as a mate and guardian, she was unaffected by anything that went on beyond the doors of Lao’Taun’s chambers. Nothing else mattered. None would ever get the chance to whisper in her ear, nor would they be allowed to touch or make contact. She didn’t care for anything..at all, except Lao’Taun’s happiness and well being.
Lao’Taun kissed her and sealed his words of truth; showing due affection. This has her stir, reaching up with her hand to cup his cheek in a show of submission, and admiration. Xia never took her eyes off him, losing herself for the moment. Almost trapped within him. His will was not yet over, nor his desires, for surely he wished to finish what was started. Question was, how would he mount his next assault on her, and rise again to the dizzying heights of their love.
*
Lao’Taun slipped his right arm under her knees, the other behind her neck; he then lifted her from the floor again. He smiled as her face was level with his, each step taken carefully as he began to carry her from their sleeping chamber through the halls of the Inner Sanctum. He didn’t say where he was taking her, he wanted it to be a surprise. His athletic, war chiselled form pressed against her like an unmoving rock. Nothing could explain how he felt, he felt invincible with her up against him.
The least they could explore was their own home, a blessing of sorts seeking affections within every room, corner and shadowed alcove of the place that had once been desolate, it once was the place where he sat alone torturing himself with the fact that he was destined to be alone – he swore destiny heard those cries and rewarded him with her. After a few minutes, the occasional stop to press his lips to hers, they arrived at their destination. A large isolation-style door was infront of them, on the other side was complete darkness.
Miskengu’s Dome
When they entered the room it remained in blackness, the air was cold and set a chill to aching and burning skin that still adorned the paintings of their love’s expression. The door closed behind them, a hiss of condensing atmosphere as the environmental system sealed it and restored pressure within the room which was actually a massive dome structure. Above them, the humm of electronics could be heard, the loud noises of seals and mechanical clamps releasing followed after a few moments. The outer shell of the dome began to open from the top, armorized layers of the Yughoshi Chonyosa’s hull peeling back and exposing the star painted eternity of space. The inner dome was pure transparent metal, a highly expensive and unique feature. The plasmatic plumes of red and blue that twisted through the expanse became exposed, while allowing the soft warm lights of distant stars to peer down at them through the transparent pane.
Lao’Taun didn’t let go of her, despite moving to the floor holding her just above it. [Release System] His connection with the Leviathan passed the order, the artificial gravity system for the dome disengaged; entwined together they began to drift upwards towards the endless field of stars.
*
Swept up off the ground, Xia was brought close into Lao’Taun’s chest and instinct told her to hold on and just let go of her inhibitions. Normally a creature of rage and destruction, anger and suspicion, Xia almost did a full one eighty, becoming…well almost docile in his care. As he walked her through the solitary corridors of what would be their home, his kisses were met with the same fever. The pain from her scars and the dull throbbing from her nether regions did not matter anymore, so long as he was holding her close. HIs simple gestures and touching helping her become more familiarized with him. She would come to know every inch of his body, and eventually his mind, the more they grew close and spent time in each other’s care.
Entering the Miskengu’s dome, Xia turned her head, looking into the darkness of the dome. How unusual it all was, as the doors closed and locked fast in behind them. Almost like it was creating a vacuum like seal. What this meant, Xia was unsure, till the loud sounds of the plates and dome structure starting to slide back, to reveal a blanketing of stars across the void of space. Almost surreal, like they could easy reach out and touch the stars, Xia could not help but extend her hand towards them in wonder.
Just then, all the artificial gravity contained in the dome was released, and the pair slowly started to rise off the floor. Completely weightless now, Xia would be but a feather that was caught on a soft summer breeze. Her eyes filled with wonder, for this was another new experience. The new emotions conflicted with her inner being, and she searched Lao’ Taun’s face for answers. Was it right to feel this euphoria? Xia’s arms tightened around Lao’Taun and she brought her face to his chest, kissing his skin softly, before starting a slow licking. The sensation of which, was rough to his skin, but to her it felt so good.
*
Lao’Taun felt as gravity unleashed its grip upon them, allowing them to drift weightlessly up towards the transparent apature that looked out into the celestial plains. He didn’t know exactly why he had elected to bring her there, besides to make love to her beneath the blanket of stars that he would one day claim in her name. He closed his eyes, hardened form glistening beneath the twilight as he felt her lips touch his chest once more; he exhaled deeply fingers once more sifting through the drifting black strands of her hair. His legs coiled with hers to keep them together.
There was entire volumes that could have been spoken, so much could have been said – promised, sworn to – but none of it needed to be. There was no room for that with them, it was felt, it was engrained right into their design – their most basic of functions was to live for one another. Every motion of her body, the movement of her hands, the soft kisses of her lips, and the motion of her hips drove him to desire more. His force was carefully directed, bringing them parallel to the top of the dome. He looked down and into her eyes.
His right hand swept beneath her chin, bringing her head upwards as to restore the level to her gaze and to realign her lips with his. He pressed his lips back to hers, the time between the brief stops in the corridors to that moment was too long, he kissed her roughly, the brute of his ambitions clear as his tongue wrestled against hers for domination. His left hand trailed down her back, gripping hard on her backside – gripped fingers would no doubt leave more bruises upon her flesh. He wanted her, needed her, he couldn’t keep going without her. He pressed against her, his hard body clashing against her as the quickly hardening monolithic spire sought to bury itself within her finally. There beneath the stars he planned to take her again, break her more as he had upon his bed the night prior.
*
Weightlessness…the lack of gravity allows the slowness of subtle movement, capturing each touch without need to use the power of exertion. Floating….existing….just like the very stars that shone down, suspended, rotating slowly; so to was Lao’Taun and his Xia. Her gentle touches an invitation for him to explore what was now his. His hardness to her softness meant that when they would become one beneath the night sky, as their creator would have foreseen.
Xia’s chin was raised, as Lao’Taun placed his hand beneath it, cupping it so she could not possibly look away. He wanted her to see the hunger that had manifested in his eyes. Games and teasing was over. Urgency swept through him, when his lips took reign of hers and with force he kissed her hard enough that she may well bruise. Xia felt almost overpowered, the will to pull back; to breathe stolen from her and she held her breath within her lungs, as he harvested his rewards. Her mouth opening, so to accept his searching tongue, lacquered in sweet saliva, that she became feverish to taste it for herself. Xia’s tongue danced with his, snaking around and then giving in as he showed dominance.
Between her legs, she could feel the girth of his appendage, the spire growing as it rubbed against the warmth of her inner flesh. A deep moan came forth from her throat but was lost in the kisses. Her body awakened, aroused now beyond care. Her purpose was to accept him, and allow him to penetrate her blossoming flower. Ripe folds pulsating with blood, red and succulent, warm to touch. Xia coiled her legs around him so that she was in perfect alignment for him to have his conquest. Her eyes almost haunting, with his face reflected within. She then brought her arms up over her own head, and interlocked her fingers, arching her back, as she was suspended due the lack of gravity. Lao’Taun could smell, taste and feel the wetness to know she was ready….all he had to do now, was plunge into her depths.
*
The Umarian nation in technicality was one of the largest ever created in the universe, with diverse species and representatives from more niche than any other. It was a collective, a mass of individuals who worked on the premise of social mobility and action. It was a society where often times, losing strength lead to death or replacement. It was unfathomable, unexpected how the upper most echelon, the unique and only true Umarian strain interacted with one another – there was only two, and Xia’s very creation was a miracle within itself. A perfect fit, two entities created thousands of years apart but made for each other, it was a testament to strength, to love and to completeness – the natural course of things always finds a way, even within the most carefully planned endeavours.
His warm breaths echoed in the brief separations of their lips as his tongue continued to struggle with hers, his body caught within what was unimaginable. He buried himself deep within her, the throbbing mass of flesh near unprepared for the intensity of her causing him to growl aggressively as he struggled to keep his vice-like hold on her. Her legs coiled with his and his musculature flexed beneath her entanglement. Being weightless without the counteraction of gravity made the movements fluid-like a dance almost, he twisted slightly as to turn her within the air aiming her back towards the top of the dome, due to it’s arch though the only contact would likely been her fingers against it.
[Myothe] The air around them seemed to electrify, static bursts rippling through the chilled atmosphere as his natural electrogravitic field began to flux. It allowed him gravitational pull, the stream of gravitons shifting so that he could utilize the force to drive himself deeper into her with each complete and fluid thrust. He couldn’t get enough, words of praise wanted to leave his lips but all that came from him were unintelligible murmurs and the occasional aggressive growl as he struggled in the weightlessness. He pulled his lips from hers, tearing away only to drive his teeth into her shoulder with a fierce growl as he sought more of her.
*
Whether the lack of gravity was a help or hindrance was of little consequence. Lao’Taun had held off long enough, and without warning, he took her with all the force and power he was able. The enormity of this, was his size was of such that her vaginal opening was barely able to cope. The shock tore through her and you could see her wincing in pain. Her inner muscles naturally tightening and constricting around the broadness of his spire. Matched with the aggressive tone that Lao’Taun displayed, Xia found herself to be conflicted. Born to fight, breed to kill…designed to give her life for Lao’Taun, now she was doing the opposite. To fight him now was not even an option, though her legs continued to squeeze around him, out of an involuntary reflex. Perhaps it was part of the mating ritual that she was not consciously aware. Xia’s body writhed and became fluid in its movement after the initial joining. But he was not about to stop at a few simple thrusts. Their bodies headed for the dome high above, so he could take her with the stars as his backdrop. The moment her fingers touched the shield, she felt the chill of the coldness of space, teasing her fingers.
The air became charged with a burst of electricity, blue sparks and bright bursts of light radiating all around them in a spectacular show, as though this was all part of some ceremonial rite of passage for the pair. Lao’ Taun’s kisses ended abruptly, as he tore his head back, but it was only to show the rows of razor sharp like teeth, exposed from his lips. Xia’ eye darted wildly, wondering what he would do, till he plunged his teeth into her shoulder, taking a good hold of her flesh. Blood bursting through the newest wounds, with such perfect puncture marks. Xia cried out, her voice rich with the pain of the bite, before making strange growls, akin to heavy panting. Her eyes lost focus and she found her head loll back, as she brought her arms down and using her hands, latched onto his back. The panting changed again, and the growls grew, as she tightened her pelvic muscles. Like for like now, the need to complete him became her objective, drawing him in tighter with every upward thrust he made. Countering him till it became a rhythmic dance, interlocked…and faster the pace would grow. Their cries of lust, rising in a crescendo of wills. Only the heaven’s choirs could sing a more beautiful and captivating song, than the lovers call of the true Umarians.
Lao’Taun had found utopia in the arms of one woman…his chosen
*
[The Dark Minstrel] Solaris Glandular Ganglia hidden in pockets above his incisors flexed as he bit into her flesh, delivering the potent killer which was known as the Dark Minstrel, due to her immunities, her design to him the neurotoxin was quickly nullified as the potent euphoric drug known as ecstasy flooded into her bloodstream, it would enhance her feelings of arousal, completion, sexual appetite and emotions in general. His own biology was taking a toll, the exposure to her changed his chemistry, his look into her eyes had just as many stars as hers would. [Ilatarha] The small creatures affixed upon her breasts seem to come alive again, the nearness of their master giving them power causing the inky red blotches on their back to erupt with energy, allowing them to deliver neural shocks along the tendrils which were now embedded within her and coupled with her nervous system. The connection to Lao’Taun was complete. The Umarians were creatures of intense chemistry and biology, their diversity was immense as was his. This was a far cry from his experimentation with Xantlicha, this was everything.
He was fierce in his action, thundering thrusts ploughed him into her depths and testing her limits as he roared with delight. Everything about her completed him, move for move the matching movement of her hips and their interlocked forms dancing high above the floor of the dome. Beneath the eyes of the stars, he crashed into her, sacrificing her upon the hardened flesh of his will. His hands searching, grabbing, groping like he was trying to steal her from herself, he was consumed, locked within her and unable to think coherently beyond his need and desire for her, beyond the drive to make her call his name again. His hips adjusted slightly, changing the angle upon which he drove into her, he needed all of her, even if it was testing the limits of his own self control.
As his frame crashed against hers, two of the deep lacerations she had made the night prior seemed to erupt, hot bright blue fluid dripped down his back and drifted into the air around them as that there was no gravity to hold them in place other than the shifting electrogravitic field.[Crystal of the Chalice] Crystalline tendrils, like whips shot from the wounds and whipped forwards around them, meaning to encase them, the sticky spider web-like threads would crystallize and feel warm on the skin, emitting the very presence of Lao’Taun, over and over moving around them to encase them in a protective bubble as their bodies clashed against each other. [Lock] The Will of Lao’Taun moved, the metaphysical energies intermixing with that of his control over the celestial symphony, the reason for the protective encasement yet to be seen.
*
How can one express vocally what it feels like, to rise from the shocking pain of being bitten and torn, to be filled with a compound that was meant to be a potent killer to any other than their kind. Xia’s pupils dilated as her heart started to pump violently, as she created the neurotoxin within her blood system to fight off the Dark Minstrel, and instead turn it into the same chemical compound as ecstasy. At that precise moment, everything changed. Her hunger and sexual appetite erupted within and burst forth, as she ravenously began to claw at his back, scratching and tearing. It was not in a fury or rage, but a desperate need that continued to build, while in her mind…she was deliriously happy. Make no mistake; this was like giving her the keys to the sweet store. Her cheeks reddened considerable, and the tell tale sign of a growing smile was unmistakable. The only thing she didn’t do was laugh, or giggle, for it was far more sinister a sound that she made. Then her body is thrown into another shock, with the tendrils of the small creatures affixed to her breasts suddenly started to suck her flesh up again, drawing the very energy from deep within, capitalizing on it to feed her Lord.
As he went to grab, pull, tug and pinch at her, she didn’t hold back, more or less matching him in a frenzy. All of a sudden, she buried her face in his neck, and started to bite down in some vain attempt to taste and feed on him. With the constant pounding below, where his arched body was thrusting the spire right up inside her till touching the top most height of her womb, you would think he couldn’t possibly do more to empower himself against her. But from his back shot out whip like appendages that encased the pair, as they struggled, and melded violently. Blood and the chemical releases floated about them in a strange sphere. A universe; within a universe. He was Lord of all within and rightfully so, he took her with every ounce of his being…but it wasn’t over yet.
There’s a little black spot on the sun today
It’s the same old thing as yesterday
There’s a black hat caught in a high tree top
There’s a flag pole rag and the wind won’t stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain
There’s a little black spot on the sun today
That’s my soul up there
It’s the same old thing as yesterday
Tha’s my soul up there
There’s a black hat caught in a high tree top
That’s my soul up there
There’s a flag pole rag and the wind won’t stop
That’s my sould up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain
There’s a fossil that’s trapped in a high cliff wall
That’s my soul up there
There’s a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
That’s my soul up there
There’s a blue whale beached by a springtide’s ebb
That’s my soul up there
There’s a butterfly trapped in a spider’s web
That’s my soul up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain
There’s a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There’s a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
There’s a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There’s a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
King of pain
There’s a red fox thorn by a huntsman’s pack
That’s my soul up there
There’s a black winged gull with a broken back
That’s my soul up there
There’s a little black spot on the sun today
It’s the same old thing as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain
King of pain
King of pain
King of pain
I’ll always be king of pain
*
As fierce, as violent as it all was – it still beheld passion, love and a connection that was an enigma to everyone save for them. Beside the image splayed upon the hulls of warships she had yet to be seen, but she certainly had been felt. She had been heard, their echoing song heard throughout the Chanyosa. Dwarfed by warships that peeled past the field of view, their sight of the stars would be lost as the encasement completed around them. [Terminal Echo] On the outside of the encasement, glyphic sigils of insectoid high tongue appeared, drawing from the free energy from the symphony and weaving into a deadly construct that quickly activated through innate channels. A strange field came to the atmosphere within the dome, becoming thick and filled with a potent neurotoxin that even exceeded the toxicity of the Dark Minstrel or the partnering Devine Euchrist. This, this was closer to the higher Nephlia used for adsorption, but it wasn’t that either. Powerful shockwaves of intense energy echoed off the shell, it was designed to deter anything and everything away from them, the intense electrogravitic/scalar bursts shorting control panels, knocking sentries to the floor and wiping one of the local mind hives before it’s shielding systems could activate.
[Bond] The solidification of the vesper link which had been established almost right away between the two, took on a higher form. It was as if she could hear him, as if her mind was right there part of his. [] Her fluids coated him, trailing off the spire with each withdrawal and re-entry. As they moved, hitting the inner walls of the crystalline confinement he became erratic, pounding into her with vigour, his entire body trembling as the feeling of her upon him broke down his defences. His will remained, hands dropping to her hips to give him leverage, each crushing thrust casing them to crash into the roof and sides of the dome. The interiors of his eyes faded, what was once the dark night now glowed with a deep blue, a power that was almost divine within its nature.
[Lock - Released] Within the depths of his being a change began to take place, something that had never been permitted by the grip of his iron will before. Their connection, combined with the intensity of their love making had fuelled this change. The will moved once more, and the containment began to weaken. [Kill Zone Field] The field around them energized further, electric strikes of lightning-like activity zapped around the interior of the dome, scenting it of ozone. [] Control was nowhere to be found, his groans and growls were terrifying to anyone else, near animalistic, yet highly protective as he held her, escalating towards release, towards the first introduction to the High Seed.
*
The very world beyond that of the protective sphere that encased them was now feeling the full on effects of what the coupling of the two true Umarians meant. For any interruptions made at this point, they would be obliterated within split seconds. The very dome itself was charged with the volatile mix of potent neurotoxins, like Dark Minstrel. An echo sounded out, a warning to all that would rock the local mind hives to the core. This was not some simple coupling, but the pair were rising to the very next level of their evolution. Within the crystalline confinement, Xia was being brutally taken, for Lao’Taun’s spire was pummelling her so hard, that you could hear the hard slapping of skin, but also the grinding of their own bones, their beings could not possibly get any closer than this. Lao’Taun began to change, and with a deafening roar that would have millions cower, her stared at her with eyes that had gone from such dark black to suddenly illuminating in a deep blue. The core of his power was building up, just as his hands trembled touching her. This was the defining moment. The very heat within Xia flared up and with her slick juices trickling down his length and out, it was like pouring kerosene and striking a match.
Xia became engulfed in a wave like lava, that crushed all resistance. A ball of blue that started off small within her belly started to grow, expanding…superheated and building, as she hung on for dear life. The climax was approaching, and she let out a cry that was almost like she was hitting a musical note that could shatter glass, smashing and destroying all that showed reflection. Xia couldn’t hold back, it was like she was preparing for him to produce the seed…the one that would once and for all determine her status…She was more than a warrior, more than the creator’s gift….she was HIS.
*
Lao’Taun needed her, he had come to the unfathomable decision he could not be without her. Xia had completed him; she had made him whole and shown him the things that no other woman could ever show. His control over the situation was breaking though, her warmth, her power. His grunts grew louder and louder, becoming almost deep hearted roars as his body gave into her. With each powerful thrust he buried himself right to her depths, his hands clutching against her skin so hard the bruises became almost immediately apparent, claws emerging slightly tearing at her flesh.
[High Seed] His pounding course seemed to slow and deepen, clutching her, holding her against him almost as if she were prey caught within his grasp. The very fibre of his essence pouring within as he lost control completely. He hollered and roared, the deep masculinity of the man seemed to overflow. Wave after wave of intense nerve shattering pleasure quaked through his form as his hardened member throbbed within her. Thread after thread of hot sticky high seed poured into her and spilled from the edges where they met. His teeth tore from her shoulder and his lips found hers in a final kiss of unifying passion. His climax was shattering; every muscle in his frame seemed to twitch.
His intensity, every emotion he had was for her and he shared it as he exploded within her. He had given her the highest gift he could, not for the means of breeding in necessity but in the terms of status, of power. It showed she had his trust, she had him and it was never going to change.
*
The climax was earth shattering, and Xia’s mouth was covered by Lao’Taun’s so she could not possibly scream out, for she was drowned out by his final kiss to seal what he had just done. His ultimate sacrifice..his greatest gift. Practically drowning her insides with the sticky white residue that contained the high seed. Now while this means she could go on to become pregnant by him, this was more a symbol of just what she meant to him. He had accepted her, lock stock and barrel; found his life companion, and yet this was but early days. From now till eternity, they would make each day a wondrous joy of discovering just what the two can accomplish together. No longer would Lao’Taun be left on his own in isolation. No longer tempted by the cattle of females from the UAR and further abroad.
Lao’Taun pushed her, every step and treated her not just as a possession, but one that held him captive as well. Xia’s body practically melted upon his spire, the muscles constricting as if to take all the seed and residue so that she may be sealed from within, marked by him. Her shoulder was torn and bloody, with his indentations of his fingertips and nails adorning her form, like he had turned her into a fine work of art. This was his signature…signing his name upon her heart. Nothing could detract from this moment, for both were physically spent. Illuminated and still floating within the sphere, Xia head came to rest on his shoulder. Her hot breath teasing his skin, as she loosened her grips upon him. All the fight was gone, spent and it would take her a day or so to recover.
Breathlessly, she said: “You..have blessed me..my Lord.”
*
Each second that passed by felt like hours, the slow crumbling of the encasement around them as the air returned to normal. She melted onto him and he remained, entwined with her – one with her as they drifted slowly towards the floor of the dome. Lao”Taun knew she was his, he had shaped her and she had left surprisingly significant changes in him. It was something about those who were joined in purpose, heart and soul – a bond unique to them that extended far beyond the pleasures they had induced upon each other. As they reached the floor, he turned slightly so that she remained with him, coming to rest atop of him, his arms coiled around her, one slowly sweeping her hair just as it all had started.
His chest still heaved, his fire still burned, the embers would never die again thanks to her. He closed his eyes, then opened them – looking up just as the stars outside the leviathan began to move. A bright flash tore accross the dome, the Chanyosa had jumped to slipstream, superheated gravimetrically driven eddies rushing past as they headed towards their next destination. It was the first time he didn’t feel alone.
“No…you have saved me…” He whispered in return.
*
