Ni'ev part 8

Long chapter! Happy new year!

It is time for the men to get rest because it’s night time on Ezron. I have been by the vent all day, to no avail. I haven’t seen or heard from Rosa since she weaseled away. The only times I left the room were to speak with my pilot, and to get her food and other essential things.

I groan, annoyed that I didn’t catch her when I had a chance. What are the muscles that surround me for if I can’t use them to keep my female safe?

My female?

I need to calm down. I am getting ahead of myself just because Rosa has gotten entwined with me for the first time. After I get her safely on the ground, our encounter will be over, and we will return to our normal, distant lives.

There is something inside of me— a greed that I have restrained, that is on the verge of breaking through. I have always been a male that fights for what he wants. Sitting around living a meaningless life has always bored me. It was I that convinced my brothers to join Vrox in his quest to protect Kira all those Snowfalls ago. I have been idle for a long time, and then Rosa entered my line of sight and my eyes have been locked on her since.

I don’t know how, but I’ll need to control myself. I will not force myself on a female that has already endured so much trauma.

“Rosa.” I call for her for the umpteenth time. “I will retire to my bedroll now, but I will leave you food, water, clothing, and a towel at the entrance. Feel free to get them overnight. I will return tomorrow. If you want me to come for you, say my name. I will hear you."

It pains me, but I am lying to her. I’d rip my own legs off before I walk away and leave her in such a dangerous situation. The things I’m leaving for her are a trap. She will come for them, and I will be there to snatch her out.

I cringe at the thought of using force on her. It will frighten her, because she has never felt the extent of my strength, but this is something that must be done. After this predicament, I will dedicate the rest of my days apologizing and rebuilding her trust if I have to.

To make it seem like I left, I loudly talk to the exit and make the door slide into the wall. Then, I stealthily walk back and lurk beside the vent entrance. I don’t need to peek inside since I can hear her coming. I wish my scent was as good as it is on the ground, because I miss her unique smell.

Time passes and all I hear is men walking past outside, but I remain determined. I can only hope she falls for the trap. I don’t want to rip the ship apart to get to her.

My fatigue peaks as my body suspects it’s time for sleep, but my shoulders remain squared and my back straight. I can survive days without sleep, and I won’t rest until I know Rosa is safe.

When I hear shifting coming from the vents, I jolt with alert and rise to my feet. It’s happening. She’s coming.

My fingers curl and my veins bulge like they always do when I’m about to jump into action. There is no thrill to this hunt, though. I don’t want to dominate Rosa.

I hear more sounds from the vents as she approaches. The items I’m baiting her with are at the very edge, so she will have to come close to me to get them.

Finally, when I see her tiny hand abandon the shadows of the vent and reach for the items, I snap my fingers around her wrist and position my body in front of the vent to avoid pulling at an angle.

Her fight comes like breath. She cries and pulls away, but I’m already dragging her out.

I curse the fates for letting this happen, and myself for not having the skill to talk her into my arms. It’s ripping me apart to see how feral she is about getting away, as if I’m a male with bad intentions.

“Let me go!”

“Stop!”

“Please!”

“No!”

I think I hate this moment more than the Vanishing itself.

I drag her out. Her feet hit the floor, and she curls her body awkwardly to escape me, to no avail. My arms are tightly wrapped around her torse, below her be-reasts which I have learned are sensitive to females.

She is so wild and despaired that it reminds me of the toddlers she cares for. Thinking fast, I swing her into my arms and sway her gently, like I have seen her do with the small ones.

She fits perfectly against my naked chest, but this isn’t the right time to admire this.

“It is alright. It is over. I’m sorry I scared you. I won’t yell ever again, yes?”

Although my hold on her is strong, I speak softly. I won’t make that mistake again.

She no longer speaks, only trembles in my embrace with sniffles and cries. My chest is wet with her eye-water, but I don’t mind. I pace the room as I rock her, barely registering her weight. Although I’ve never carried her before, it is upsetting how light she feels. I need to feed her; to take care of her.

“We’re going home now. You’re safe,” I assure her.

“Put me down. I smell,” she sniffles. “You had no right to pull me out of there.”

“I did. You are my responsibility.”

“You’re not my commander or my husband, Ni’ev,” she sasses.

The words bother me, because they are true. I’m painfully aware that Rosa does not belong to me in any sense. I would give anything to rectify this— all the jewels in my name, all the years of labor my body could handle, and it would still not be enough to afford her. My Rosa is precious.

“I know this,” I reply as I look down at her wet eyes. My voice is thick with unusual emotion, because I despise that I can’t freely embrace her, wake her up with my mouth between her thighs, surprise her with presents, give her toddlers of her own, or press my lips against hers like I have seen my brothers do with their females.

“But I am the leader of this expedition. Everyone’s safety is my responsibility— male or female. I will not let you put yourself in harm’s way.”

“Well, I’m out of the vents, so put me down and leave me alone in here." She looks away from me and speaks bitterly, but this is not her nature. She is simply embarrassed about our exchange in the bathroom.

I know what she said is true, but I’m not ready to let her go. I want to be beside her until she feels better.

Quickly, I carry her into the bathroom and sit in the triangle-shaped tub. I keep a fussing Rosa in my lap, holding her against me with one arm and reaching for the odd buttons that make it rain in here.

She gasps when water rains from above, soaking both of us instantly. She shrinks into me because the water is on the colder side. Ezronians prefer it like this, but human females and the young ones prefer warmth. Although it’s tempting to keep the water cold, so she seeks comfort in me, I would never intentionally hurt her. I fuss with the knobs to make the water warmer.

“What are you doing?” Rosa asks, gripping my thigh to sit up.

“You were complaining about your scent, so I will sit here with you until you’re cleansed.”

“Ni’ev, I’m not a toddler.”

I have heard the females call my brothers a name that often confused me. They called them “baby,” and “babe,” which made no sense because my brothers are nowhere near being children. I asked my brothers about this, but they don’t understood the name, either. They just went along with it.

I believe the word is meant to be one of endearment, not an insult. Since it makes no sense, I do not believe it is of romantic nature, either. Perhaps it only means “close friend” that you want to care for. I want to call Rosa this so she sees that I care deeply for her wellbeing.

“You’re my baby,” I reply. The word is En-grish, not Ezronian, so it rolls off my tongue oddly.

I believe Rosa understood it, because she tenses.

“What?”

Maybe I did not pronounce it as well as I thought.

“You’re my baby. My babe.” I try again.

I look down from the knobs to get a look of her face. This is instantly proven to be a mistake, because I get an eye-full of her chest. Her wet top is flush against her generous be-reasts, which I’ve never seen such a glorious outline of.

I understand those are there to feed her children, but I’m already wondering what they’ll feel like on my tongue as I lick and suckle on the soft mounds. Fathers and Fates. I want to set my cock between them and have Rosa lick my dip. I want to transfer my mouth from her pussy to her tits, pacing back and forth between the two like I’m mad with obsession. I want to map out all her secret spots with my mouth and cock. I want to squeeze her jiggling buttocks and lift her by her ass to kiss her.

I want to get lost in her flesh. I want it all!

Quickly, I look away to avoid frightening her. It seems she didn’t notice my distraction, because she says, “let my fat ass get up.”

The comment infuriates me. My reply is instant. “Don’t say that ever again.”

My voice is deep and stern. I only use it when I’m scolding a young one for doing something dangerous. It makes them freeze and widen their eyes. Apparently, it has the same effect on Rosa.

For good measure, I add, “I don’t want to hear you being rude to yourself ever again.”

Her body is too beautiful to be disrespected by anyone, including herself.

The room silences. Although the situation is tense, the water level is rising, and so is my cock. I’m afraid she’ll notice, but she feels too good to let go.

a/n: Updating Mafia's Devil next. Did you guys check out my new Dragon story?