Page 15 of Ngozii's Plight

Chapter 9

Tavionna

Alone in my sanctuary cave, I fluff out a blanket on the hard floor, setting the picnic basket down in the center. Standing, I turn and watch the water trickle through the little brook in the corner, letting the sweet sound soothe my soul as my nerves kick up in anticipation. Xenshay and I have been meeting like this all week, using this time alone to get to know each other better, learning of each other's childhoods, likes and dislikes, and more.

The more time I spend alone with him, the more I feel this pull deep inside me. I want to be near him, want to smell him, taste him, touch him. If I don’t get to see him soon enough, my body feels out of control with this incessant need to find him. In my fear, I decided to take things slow with him, to use him how I could for my end goal and not let his feelings play me, but it seems that he’s correct about this bond, and I can’t fight it much longer. If he truly is the key to my people’s salvation, then perhaps it is best that we are bonded. That way I may be able to tell more easily if he lies to me. It’ll be harder for him to refuse my wishes if he’s bonded to me, right?

Footsteps sound outside in the hall, causing me to turn and brush out my sheer clothing. With this planet being so hot it’s inhabitable up top, the caves are cooler, but only enough to survive. Minimal clothing is required to get by or you sweat to death, so most of our clothing is made from the silkworms living in the caves. A lot is sheer, sometimes colored with flower petals, and the only things covered are the necessities. Wouldn’t want to show off our assets to just anyone, right?

Before I know it, Seuke enters the cave, pausing as Xenshay steps up beside him. They stand there together for a moment, and I drink them in, wondering how they truly feel about each other, if there may be a bond between them as well because they do look absolutely delicious together. Xenshay’s dark purple skin and long black hair are a nice contrast to Seuke’s bright pink skin and short purple hair. Where Seuke is all hard lines, sharp jaw, and militant, Xenshay is relaxed, toned, and often smiling for me. Not that Seuke doesn’t have a soft side, he just doesn’t often show it in front of others.

“Xenshay, as requested, Priestess.” Seuke bows to me before turning to leave. He pauses in the door, looking over his shoulder at us once more before he rounds the corner into the hall. Where he goes, I’m not sure, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he hung out in the hall to listen. I know I would. But I’m nosy like that.

“I must admit, I’ve been waiting anxiously for this moment all day, Priestess.” Xenshay’s smooth voice floats to me from across the caves, and I shiver, loving the sound of it. I smile and gently drop to the ground, opening the basket and setting out our meal as he comes to join me.

“You know, I should admit that I’m beginning to feel this bond you speak of more and more. Is it supposed to make me crave you uncontrollably until I get what I want?” My voice is sultry and sweet as I look up at him from under my lashes, a few wisps of my black hair falling into my face as I raise a brow at him.

He gulps, propping one knee up as he watches me. He’s shirtless, like most of the men in the caves, his loose shorts doing little to hide his physique. Unlike Seuke, he chose the shorts over the kilt or simple loincloth that many of our men wear to stay cool. Perhaps he isn’t used to such wear? I would have thought a simple village life would entail simple clothing.

“I’ve never been bonded before, but in the tales I’ve heard growing up, it is very difficult to ignore a bond once it’s been noticed. We will grow to need each other more and more until we complete the bond, and then we will learn to live our lives as a cohesive unit. We might even have special connections, but I wasn’t taught much about the bonds since they were long since a thing in my village.”

Handing him the goblet of juice I poured while he spoke, he gently takes it, his fingers brushing along mine for a moment, causing me to shiver. “I wanted to talk to you a bit more about this village you came from. Is it very well protected? Any wards or charms?” I look away from his gaze as I pick up my plate, lifting a cut piece of fruit to my lips.

His eyes track the movement of the fruit, lingering on my mouth as I chew slowly, waiting for his response. “Uh, no, it wasn’t when I left anyway. Our village was small and quiet. We had no interaction with the nearby city, aside from Vahru who worked there as a scientist or something. The only time we had interaction with anyone was when the Sautiitions arrived with Kari and Jeff in tow.” The names he lists are spat out in a hint of anger, as if he hates to even speak of them, and a part of me preens.

If he’s still angry at them for casting him out, he’ll be of more help to me, he’ll be more likely to go along with my plan of domination. What could be better than getting revenge on those who’ve hurt you? “So, they wouldn’t be prepared if we stormed in to take the village for ourselves, kicking them out or possibly killing anyone who stood in our way?”

My eyes lift to his, and for a moment, I sense hesitation and confusion, so I reach over, resting my hand on his thigh, my fingers just a hint too high to be confused for innocence. I lick my lips slowly as I take a breath and prepare to bare my soul to him in the hope of convincing him to follow me, even if it means destroying all he may have once loved. “My people are dying, Shay. I need to help them, and what better way to help them thrive than to find them a beautiful home to thrive in where illness isn’t running rampant? Not to mention, we’ll both be getting the revenge we so justly deserve, no?”

I lean closer, crawling over his body as he watches me closely. He leans back on his hands, his fingers digging into the blanket below as I straddle his waist, letting my hands slowly slide up his chest to his shoulders.

“You are the key to my salvation, my guides have told me so. I need you with me. Will you follow me, your Priestess, and help me save my people?” My voice is barely a whisper as my lips hover over his, my lower arms holding me up against his chest while the others are buried in his hair. His eyes flutter, his body rigid as he swallows below me. I can feel how affected he is, not just in the signs of his unease, but the erection pressing into my core is very difficult to ignore.

“Tavionna, Priestess, I want whatever you want, whatever will make you happy. You are my mate, I will worship the very ground you walk on and cut down anyone who tries to harm you. Your wish is my command.” His hooded eyes meet mine as I smile wickedly, slowly licking my lips in satisfaction. “I must admit, if you do not wish to continue down this path, you should remove yourself before I can no longer hold back.” His jaw clenches tightly as he looks up at me. His arms are tight, his muscles rigid as he fights himself for control.

“Don’t hold back, Xenshay, claim me as your mate, your Priestess.” I whisper the words into his ear, feeling emboldened and seductive knowing that he’s struggling beneath me, completely under my spell, and I’m not even casting one! It’s an extremely heady feeling to be wanted so deeply without putting in a single ounce of effort.

Before I can pull back to see his reaction, I’m flipped onto my back, his body hovering over mine for a second before he leans down to devour my lips with his own. He tastes of the juice I poured him, and I cling to him, pulling him closer as my body wraps around him, needing more. My fingers dig into his hair, scratch down his back, all while my legs wrap around his waist, pulling him ever closer. He grinds against me, our moans and pants for breath filling the space of the cave as our meal is left forgotten beside us.

His teeth graze my shoulder before he pushes my legs away, lifting himself to pull at the ties that hold my clothes around my body. Once undone, he tosses the small amount of clothing aside before slipping off his shorts as well, his tail lashing wildly behind him. “I can’t promise to be gentle and sweet, I need you more than anything.” His voice is a growl as he drops to his hands over me, his dark hair falling around his shoulders and onto my chest.

“I don’t need gentle, I just need you, Shay.” Shoving two hands into his hair, I pull him to me, smashing our lips together, my other hands pulling his body down to mine. He groans as he slides easily through my folds, my body wet and undeniably ready for him.

“I promise, the next time, I will worship you like the goddess you are, but I need to be inside you, now.” He groans against my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as I mewl and paw at him.

“Please, Shay, Please.”

It’s all he needs to hear because the next thing I know, I’m gasping as his cock slides all the way home, stealing my breath from me as he whispers, “Yes, Vee, God, yes.” He pauses only for a moment to meet my gaze, and then he’s pulling back to slam into me again. His pace grows rapid and hard, not giving me much time to adjust to his meaty size, but I don’t care, the pain is delicious.

I couldn’t contain the screams if I wanted to as I scratch at his back, my legs lifting around him to help push him deeper as if he can fill me completely. I pant his name over and over until his face buries in my neck, his teeth sinking into my left shoulder as I scream my release for everyone to hear. Instinct drives me to return the favor as his teeth pull from my skin, and he curses, slamming into me as his cock twitches in release, only serving to extend my orgasm as I milk him for all he’s worth.

He kisses a trail from my shoulder to my lips as his body relaxes against mine. We lay content to hold each other and bask in our newfound bond, my emotions and desires settling to a calm they haven’t seen since before his arrival. When he pulls back to look at me, his green eyes meeting mine, I can feel his joy and love pulse through to my chest, filling me with the same emotions. We smile at each other, my fingers tracing the swirling pattern along his cheek until a small noise behind us catches my attention.

There’s a huff of breath, something drips onto the floor, and Xenshay rolls off me, jumping into a crouch as I sit up behind him, only to find Seuke leaning against the wall of the cave. His kilt lies in a heap on the floor, his cock in his hand, cum dripping onto the floor below him as he huffs for breath. My eyebrows raise as Xenshay pants, his body slowly relaxing as he realizes there is no threat.

“That… was incredibly hot.” Seuke chuckles, and I place a hand on Xenshay’s shoulder as I rise, walking slowly over to my warrior. Our eyes are locked, and I can sense his unease through the bond as I purposely keep my emotions in check. “I’m sorry, Priestess, I didn’t mean to watch without permission. Your desire for him was overwhelming. I couldn’t hide the arousal even if I wanted to.”

Stopping in front of him as he apologizes, his gaze dropping for a heartbeat, I lift his chin to meet my eyes. Smiling softly, I drop to my knees and lick him clean as he moans, his head thudding back into the wall. Grabbing his kilt off the floor, I stand and tie it back around his waist as his hand brushes my hair back, his fingers tracing an odd pattern across my shoulder to my chest. Following his fingers, I find a beautiful black filigree flowing across my skin.

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