Noble (4 page)

“What happened? Why did the Night and the Eclipse rise up against them?” Myra leaned forward and paused when her head spun.

“The Day rulers were powerful but not always wise. They made mistakes that caused lives to be lost, and since the Day clan was restricted here, they were easy targets. Your ancestor was the only one who could escape, and it was only because he was already in orbit having an affair with a married Nyal noble. He stole her vessel and ran when he got the message.”

Myra blinked. “He was fooling around with a married woman?”

“The Day men did not remain faithful to their spouses or the spouses of others. The power that rested in them to create fertility didn’t remain something that they broadcast to the masses as you have just done. The men sewed their seed with as many women as they could seduce, and for a Day clan member, seduction is easy.”

Sek-Rah leaned on her staff. “What is your name, child?”

“Myra Musgrove. I apologise for not introducing myself earlier.”

“Well, Myra Musgrove, I am glad that you have made it home. Your presence here has woken this world and your coming will change lives. Now, before I let your guard in, would you care to change into something a little less bland?”

Myra blinked. “What are my options?”

Sek-Rah beckoned. “Come with me. I will show you what I have prepared.”

Myra got out of the throne, but her skin still glowed. “What is that?”

“You are now the entire Day clan. The pale glow that marked your ancestors is concentrated in you.”

She picked up her bag and followed the figure that had started her entire bloodline by fucking itself.

The clothing was daring and fun. She selected a black bustier with some tight black pants and high black boots. A red sash completed the outfit, and Sek-Rah helped her with her hair.

She looked completely at ease in the clothing and that worried her a little.

“Since you are my only family here, how do I choose a consort?”

“Kiss them. In the moment of the kiss, you will see what they truly desire and what their heart longs for. If you do not see yourself more prominently than power, move on to the next man.”

“What next?”

“Seal the union so that you can complete the waking of this world. Fremiat was upset that I put so much power inside my child, but we waited, hoping that one of yours would return.”

“Wait, one of mine?”

“Oh, there are others.”

“My grandparents.”

“No. Others. As I said, the Day men were irresistible. I can count nineteen others on your world with a touch of the Day clan within them. It is not as strong as your bloodline, but it is still there.”

They returned to the throne room, and Myra settled in her rightful place.

Sek-Rah took up a position next to the throne, and she asked, “Are you ready?”

“I suppose I am. Drop that shield.”

The Avatar lifted her hand and smiled. “It is done. The Night clan should be here in four minutes.”

“It took me half an hour to walk it.”

“You get the power, they get the physical prowess. You can’t have everything, Myra.”

“What does the Eclipse clan get?”

“Intelligence and the ability to thrive away from a home world.”

Myra nodded. It did explain a few things.

She waited with the Avatar of the world she sat on and watched the light shifting across the floor. “Who kept the city clean?”

“Fremiat. Despite her irritation with me, she honoured my decision to wait for the power that had taken root off world to return.”

“I am still dealing with the fact that I have cousins, and now, there is a world that does housekeeping and tailoring? I think I need a nap.”

“That will have to wait. Can you feel them? They are almost here.”

Myra looked to Sek-Rah. “Why didn’t the Days fight back?”

“Your clan can’t kill. This power has given you all the energy of a Night clan member, but you still can’t kill.”

Myra nodded and sat back. She could feel the approach of the Night clan. In the distance were the normal population, but just outside the door, the six guards were on the approach.

With a tap of her heel on the floor, the door opened and her guard spilled through. Their running defied gravity as they approached the throne. Finally, they halted at the base of the dais, and she was able to smile at them. “Hello, gentlemen.”

They bowed low, which was impressive considering the armour they all wore. When they straightened, they bowed again to Sek-Rah.

“My ancestor has given me advice on how to choose, so if you could all line up, that would be appreciated.”

Sek-Rah chuckled. “It is the way Day women have always done things, and while their men might have strayed, they were still the priority.”

Myra didn’t know about that, but if she had to choose, a kiss was a fun way to do it.

“Scoot forward so that your toes are on the edge of the dais, please. You are a little too tall for this to work otherwise.”

It was amusing that they did as she ordered. She didn’t think about it, she just walked up to the first man, put her hand behind his head and pulled him down to her for a kiss.

Images spun in her mind of a laughing woman with a small child. The woman had blue skin and the baby had black eyes.

She released him and slowly shook her head.

The next man preferred men.

The next had two mistresses and no children.

She was surprised by the fourth. He had an image of her standing behind the golden throne with him sitting on it. That wouldn’t do at all.

She desperately kissed the fifth and found the sight of a woman with red eyes and golden hair.

Steeling herself, she faced the man that she had bumped into, the pilot of the skimmer. “Last chance.” She muttered it.

He was smiling as she kissed him, and the image in his mind was definitely not of another woman.

Myra had never seen herself tied to a bedpost with shadowed hands running across glowing-bright skin, but it was definitely an image in his mind.

She tried to back away, but he snapped his arms around her, crushing her to the breastplate as his tongue teased her lips.

She moaned and welcomed him, tasting him as he did her. He lifted her against him, and the kiss grew wilder.

Her body was rioting. She wanted his armour off, wanted to see his face and wanted to wake up from her very weird dream and find herself back on Terra. It was a world of want, but it focused on wanting
him.

“Gentlemen, the High Lady of the Day clan has made her decision. Please leave and I will seal the building. The couple requires privacy.”

Sek-Rah chuckled. “Her chamber is up the third staircase, down the hall, room with the double doors.”

Myra wrapped her legs around his waist as her chosen consort began to walk. The breastplate frustrated her. She had never been one to throw herself at a guy, but the longer she kissed him, the more heated images of her limbs tangled with his flared and flickered in her thoughts.

It was like silent dirty talk that didn’t end because one partner got embarrassed; it just went on and on. Psychological foreplay at its best.

When he mounted the stairs, she came close to passing out. The rubbing of his armour against her clit was tantalising, but she wanted to feel skin beneath her palms as well as everywhere else. It was a torture of monumental proportions as he moved up the steps with fluid grace.

He broke the kiss, and his breathing was ragged when they reached the upper floor. Myra shrugged and moved her attention to his neck, feeling his pulse thunder under her tongue and the sweet-salty tang of sweat on his skin.

She stopped the part of her that hesitated and continued to nuzzle at his skin, listening to his thundering heartbeat and revelling in it.

When he slammed through the doors, she closed her eyes as the sunlight blazed in through the windows.

He placed his hands on her arms and pried her off him. “Lady, the clothing needs to come off.”

She reluctantly unhitched her legs and slid down his body. She stepped back and untied her sash, letting it drop to the floor.

Her partner removed his cloak, and with quick movements, his armour fell on the floor.

She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off her boots before opening the closure of her tight trousers and working them down her thighs. She stood again and tried to watch as her consort stripped, but the fabric clung to her faithfully, and she had to tug it free. By the time she was done removing her pants, he was wearing nothing but the mask.

With quick motions, she untied the closure of her bustier and let it fall to the ground. The only thing she was wearing was the hairpins.

His skin was the same deep mahogany all over, his muscles rippled in waves across his abdomen and there was little to no body fat in evidence on his form.

The penis jutting toward her was familiar in size, though a little wider than the average human’s. She had not done much experimentation back on Earth, but what experience she had told her that the friction was going to be delightful.

The mask was strange but it suited him.

She licked her lips. “What is your name?”

“Arbor-Dren.”

She took a step toward him. “Hello, Arbor-Dren. I am Myra.”

He reached up and pulled the mask from his face.

Tattoos marked his skin beneath where the mask had been, giving him a fierce appearance and turned his roughly hewn features into an intimidating snarl. Myra stepped forward with a smile and lifted a hand to his cheek, rubbing the markings with her thumb. “Definitely intimidating.”

He looked down at her, but his eyes were so dark, it was hard to tell if they were crossed or not. “You are not repulsed?”

She threaded her fingers through his dark hair and pulled his head to hers. She didn’t know what he expected from her, but she knew what she wanted from him.

Her skin still glowed with light, and this would dim her down to a tolerable level. A whisper from her lips said, “You are not turned off by my alien pedigree?”

Arbor-Dren pulled her to him, his erection pinned between them. “It is not even in my thoughts.”

He kissed her again, and the images that flooded her mind were definitely not concerned with her point of origin.

He moved his hands over her back, cupping her butt and pulling her up against him. She locked her legs around him and gripped the hard curves of his shoulders with her fingers. He walked to the bed with her plastered to him, and he lowered her to the yielding surface.

He moved until she was up at the head of the bed before he pried her hands from his shoulders and unwrapped her legs from his hips.

With the light streaming in through the window, she should have been nervous, should have been. Instead, the exposure to light made her more wanton. When he ran his hands down her body from neck to groin, she arched into his touch. His fingers were slightly rough, and the feeling was delightful.

Kneeling between her thighs, he stroked both hands over her from shoulder to hip and everything in between. Her nipples ached as he abraded them gently, and his thumbs stroked a sensitive spot just above her pubic bone.

Myra bit her lip as he familiarised himself with her skin. Every point that he touched glowed hot white. The brightness seemed to fascinate Arbor-Dren, because he had no urgency as he continued to stroke her skin.

She giggled when he ran his fingers up the backs of her knees, and he smiled, slowly pulling his fingers across the sensitive skin again. She kicked reflexively and he chuckled.

When Arbor-Dren moved one hand between her thighs, she held her breath until she was about to pass out. His fingers moved slowly over her folds and sought out her clit. There was a bit of fumbling, but he moved so deliberately that it didn’t matter. When his fingertips grazed his clit, she jumped, her thighs shivered.

He stroked her, watching every flinch and quiver.

She blushed as her body started to move her hips against his hand. When a human realised that their bodies had an entire repertoire of moves to share with a partner that had nothing to do with deliberate thought, it was always a humbling moment.

She closed her eyes and let the pleasure take over. Her breath came faster as he stroked two fingers into her, and his other hand stroked her clit. When she got close to orgasm, she tried to move away from him, but there was no escape. He continued the slow strokes until the invisible coil snapped, and she bucked rhythmically against his hands. Light burst from her in waves, and she fought for control of anything around her.

Arbor-Dren kept his hands moving until she slumped on the bed, sweating and breathing heavily.

He withdrew his fingers and licked them. She watched from between her narrowed eyes; her blush could have lit a fire.

Arbor-Dren moved over her with slow focus. His chest rubbed against her skin as he crawled up her body with a serious intent in his gaze.

She had no objections to anything he had in mind. Even in his imagination, her pleasure and surrender had been his focus.

He kissed her as he rubbed the head of his cock against her. He flexed his hips and eased into her with a slow undulation that took him deeper with every small motion.

Myra pulled her legs up so her feet were flat on the sheets. She tilted her hips, and he pressed into her; his kiss was wild and his body teased her.

Her light turned to fire under her skin. She glowed brilliantly, and the power coming out of her blinded her eyes. She moaned in soft whispers against his lips and stroked her hands down the deep groove of his back. Myra cupped his buttocks and pulled him into her, increasing his speed.

His undulations ground him against her and her clit. Energy jumped through her limbs at every impact, and as the pounding increased, she clawed at his back in desperation.

He moved his head to one side, breaking the kiss a moment before he held himself tightly against her, groaning through his teeth.

His hips jerked in short bursts, and Myra shuddered. She was still on the edge of release, but she wasn’t going anywhere.