Here's another short fiction, dedicated to Chibi, to thank her for the nice stories she is giving to us!
This fiction is for adult readers only.
Thanks a lot to Runkirya for the translation!!!"Good night""Good night," she replied moving away, from her forehead, a lock of hair with a familiar movement.
The door closed and he felt a pang in his stomach.
It seemed like something slipping from his hands, he needed to look at her, breathe her, hear her voice every second and this wouldn’t be enough for the time wasted.
He was still dazed. Naida was there with him.
The initial surprise, the emotion of that embrace, the pain and then anger hearing her story: he had experienced so much frustration and desire to protect her still open wounds, he wanted to put her inside him, to soothe her and give her warmth. Naida had experienced exile and imprisonment , and like her many other Fleedians. He was still unable to metabolize this idea, perhaps because the joy of that unexpected gift filled every bit of his soul. All this became something else as the day turned into another. He was trembling.
He noticed the effect she had on everybody else: she had always been beautiful, but years had given her a round and generous femininity. By the looks she cached at the farm, he could better understand Koji’s joke:
"Wipe that dim expression from your face , you’re unbearable"
Even Hikaru stared at her spellbound, although she was closed in an impenetrable silence since her arrival and he could understand the reasons: he would have faced her sooner or later.
Naida's face had matured, only a veil filtering the light of her eyes, the same he had in his for years.
He had managed to build his balance, a balance made of identity, emotions, owned objects, a growing understanding of the world he had been throne in, understanding and knowledge based on experience. He could feel this new planet as his home, eager to defend it at the cost of life.
Naida brought Fleed with her, like the violence of a summer storm, and nostalgia for a time spent in the serenity of adolescence, a family and a sweet love growing day by day, increasing responsibility, certainly, but that did not involve death on failure.
She’d been his first girlfriend, they discovered love together and their meetings became increasingly intense, as complicity and confidence in their bodies grew.
A flood of feelings and memories overwhelmed him on her arrival. And some details overlooked his mind with the taste of melancholy , gone forever: the salty smell of the ocean, the warmth of the sand on their bare skin, the sound of waves rocking them for hours, after making love, chatting languidly in the light of the moons of Fleed, the way she touched him with her face like a purring cat, when he embraced her .
He discovered himself remembering without pain for the first time since he had arrived on Earth.
But part of his mind was occupied with her story, a voice whispered inside, he might do something to give events a different course. He heard for years, that voice, though it spoke less with passing time becoming almost a whisper, Naida’s story forced him to think about it ... but not now, his attention was taken by the girl and her need for help.
There was a barrier between them, her fingers had slipped away from his grasp more than once that day, avoided glances and silence as heavy as lead, which until then had inhibited every gesture of affection. He felt something strange, a mysterious interference prevented them from resuming contact, the real and deep one he always had with her.
She was distant, absent, sometimes annoyed. And this was disorienting.
He leaned against the wall, next to the door, and slid slowly to the floor, head in hands. He needed Naida , she was the balm of his soul, he felt he’d suffocate if he couldn’t get the time back.
A love that was almost a symbiotic relationship, as it’s typical of youngsters , becoming something beautiful and eternal, if only they’d had more time.
Events separated them, and he had suffered as though he had lost a limb when she went away. Even if he could remember the exact reasons for these painful choices, he was sure that now, with a few more years on him, he would have acted differently, he wouldn’t have adapted to events he barely understood, and maybe even the end ...
He shushed those thoughts away. Now she was there, on Earth, and he had other problems to solve.
Suddenly he realized how stupid he was: during his first nights there he’d longed for a familiar and gentle embrace. He would not leave her alone, he wasn’t hoping to make love to her, but at least he wanted to sleep beside her and protect her from nightmares in which he , painfully alone, had learned to live with.
He knocked softly, she opened, she had already undressed and was wearing a nightgown Hikaru had lent her . She was better built and the garment was tight , the buttons left undone let his gaze rests on the soft curve of her breasts.
"You forgot to tell me something, Duke?" Said Naida, with a coldness that hit him like a blow.
"I. .. I can’t sleep, and would like to stay with you a little more, if you don’t mind " he said sheepishly.
"Come in" she said inviting him with a movement of the hand, the tone of voice was completely expressionless.
She reached the window, he stopped in the middle of the room as if there was a marble wall among them.
"I heard you were wounded, you were condemned to die , contaminated by Vegatron" she said, looking at nothing out of the window.
Duke frowned, he’d almost forgotten the event, the wound had healed and since gave no trouble.
"But apparently you're still alive, you had all the luck, Prince of Fleed"
"What do you mean, Naida?" He said, dry in his throat .
"I mean you're one of those who had an honorable destiny after all. You accepted the marriage agreement with Vega, forcing me to leave the planet, then something must have gone wrong, the war broke out, but you survived. I’m happy about this, Your Majesty " she said without turning.
He couldn’t recognize her.
He couldn’t believe Naida was talking, he wanted to look at her face to understand what she felt saying those words and hurting him that way. He grabbed her wrist and forced her to turn, towards him.
"Naida, what’s going on? For God's sake, I need to know .. " he begged, grasping the other wrist and bringing both hands to his lips, holding the look in her eyes .
The girl’s fingers stretched out, and he interpreted that as a friendly gesture, as if to touch him. Even her face had softened, and for a moment the illusion that nothing had changed, drew her to him and turned in a hug. Naida's body relaxed she stroked his back, but she snapped and the touching hand began to seize him, sticking nails in his back muscles and making him crying for pain . He pulled her fast away from him, looking surprised.
"Why?" Was the only thing that came out of his choked throat.
It was a matter of seconds, and she went for him like a wild beast. He easily stood up to the fight, weighing almost the double of her.
He stopped her by the wrists, but Naida trying to free herself unbalance both, and they ended falling over. Their faces were just inches away, the scent of the girl occupied every part his brain, he should have been furious, and instead he was incredibly exited. With a new tug, the girl tried to free herself, her angry eyes seemed to skin him alive. He approached her with the intent to calm her, but she returned with a bite that hurt his lip. He drew back quickly and wiped the scratch with his shirt’s sleeve, she took the opportunity to get up, as he did the same. They were looking at each other like two wrestlers in a ring, and Duke offered a peaceful gesture offering his hands to her
"Naida, please, it’s me, it’s Duke, Fleed’s Prince died that night on our planet, and there's no Majesty, everything has changed except this: I'm the boy you loved and it kills me to see you in this state. "
There were tears burning his eyes.
Naida panted, suddenly put her hands to her head letting out a cry of pain and collapsed like an empty sack.
"Naida, my God, what’s happening?" Duke rushed to her side, resting her head gently on his knees, she was wet with sweat, and facial grimaces made her unrecognizable. He gently lifted her and made her sit on the bed, locking in an embrace and burying his face in her hair. There bodies were shaken by sobs, and they were crying and crying,in a way that meant sharing a common grief, as big as the whole universe.
The closeness and warmth of that embrace calmed down the two slowly, they lulled by small gestures of affection that had the effect of a hot meal after a long fast.
"Whatever you have experienced, Naida, now I’ll take care of you" he whispered in her ear.
"I clung to all that reminded me of us in every moment. I survived only because of this, Duke, " she replied without raising her head from his chest.
It took him by surprise she was caressing him like a cat, just as he remembered. He lifted her chin and looked at her with all the love he was capable, approaching her, uncertain, trying to guess her reaction, and looking in her eyes, looking for the girl he knew.
He recognized her for a while, and this warmed his heart.
Just a few, but very clear signal of welcome: the half-closed eyelids, slightly open lips, so close to him. And the magic of small and shy contact: a slight touch of their noses, her moist breath and finally tasting her, making way gingerly with the tip of the tongue, to feel welcome in a deep kiss that burned both with desire.
She stroked his chest, became the large and hard one of a man, he continued to enjoy the taste of her skin, kissing her thin neck and slowly down to the breast.
With an elegant flick, she opened the last buttons of her nightgown and let the garment slip from her shoulders, offering complete vision to Duke.
Her beautiful mature figure was inviting him to be touched, and he did with open hands, then bend down to kiss iher, lingering on her nipples, countered by a groan of pleasure. He looked at her for a moment: adored to spy on her when the expression changed in that way. Naida laid on the bed, arms behind her head, and he paused to admire her body that she offered totally helpless and so incredibly soft.
He felt alive as doing something for himself , and finally after years.
He bent to kiss her, lingering with his tongue on each curve and moving slowly across the surface of her abdomen. She stroked his head, pressing lightly to her body, and the pace of breathing incredibly excited him. Every signal given from the body of Naida invited him to go on, but he glanced at her anyway. She kept her eyes closed and she bit her lips in a way he could remember and that lit him as a fire. He gently pulled back the elastic of the panties, and sensed her perfume. She opened her thighs, continuing to stroke him, he paused for a moment, to have her attention again:
"Hold tight" he said, smiling slyly and immediately returned he was happy to give her an intense pleasure, squeezing her buttocks with his hands.
He was so excited that he was bursting. He knelt on the bed and got rid of his clothes, as the girl observed attentive . She knelt in front of him and began to stroke him gently. Duke's body had changed, although many of the things she loved remained the same: the strange way he’d tilt his head when looking at her with eyes, of a color that you could get lost in, his hair in thick locks resting on his shoulders. He was a man, and was handsome.
She pressed him to feel his excitement, and stroking back she realized what he wanted. Duke lifted to lay her gently on the bed and lie down on her. Their intimate touching and again she opened her thighs and the pelvis tilted, eyes closed with an invitation. Duke savored that moment and lost himself, as he entered her gently, so they kissed, still on the spot, to savor the moment of the union as a gift to one another .
Duke began to move slowly, feeling the girl’s pleasure, who stretched her arms back behind her head, inviting him to kiss her neck and breast.
She also starded to lead the rhythm of the dance, pressing his back and making sure he adheres completely to his body. Duke wanted to extend that time as much as he could, and the feeling of being so close to the extreme pleasure: a half rotation, he leaned back against the headboard of the bed and took her to sit on him. Naida went wild, feeling his male forms within herself: she now had full control. She felt Duke’s strong hands held on the buttocks, and she could do what he liked most: kiss his neck and get lost in his scent, embrace his chest touching his muscles made hard for movement and excitement.
Duke was totally taken by the sensations that his body was giving him and hardly noticed that he began to feel pain. Naida had nails driven into his chest again, but the burning mingled with the pleasure and one became an exaltation of the other.
He opened his eyes to enjoy the show ,Naida arching her back, came at the height, then he pressed again her buttocks and follow her in a muffled scream.
He rested on the bed, opened his eyes and the painful sensation became defined. He looked as amazed as Naida wounds on his chest.
Naida burst into tears.
“Duke, forgive me, I do not know what’s happening, maybe I need time, maybe .. "
"No words needed, there's no need to say anything because I already know everything," said Duke kissing her forehead
"I went through the same hell but I swear it will be easier for you because I'm here, next to you"
A smile that warmed them both, and after a hard day fatigue tiredness took over.
They lay down looking into each others eyes.
Duke moved away a lock of hair from her forehead, while their legs crossed.
That boy had always meant everything to her.SHe went away from Fleed with the feeling of something unresolved and when she learned of Rubina she had to fight against herself and pray that it didn’t turn into resentment. She tried to blame anyone, the sovereigns of Fleed, the Council, the politics, Vegatron and Grendizer, so to leave intact what she felt for Duke.
As he slowly stroked her side and saw him close his eyes, overcome by fatigue. She Stared at his face, feeling the warmth from her arms that encircled the body.
Warmth.
Warmth of those open hands touching her breasts, so different from the icy fingers that had explored without consent. Warm glances seeking contact, so different from the obscene expressions of those who used her only for their own pleasure, warmth of the sound of the words whispered in the ear, so different from the insults and provocations delivered by the people who violated her.
"No, Duke, you don’t know, don’t know anything" she whispered without being heard.
accepting without rebelling and without going crazy was the key to her survival.
But how much did it cost? Giveing up on herself and become different, feeling , for a second, relief when her brother took her place.
A pain in her head, and she slipped away.
Not recognizing herself in being bent to a feeling of hatred that she felt strange, but someone had violently put inside her, along with the ugliness and injustice.
Feelings of hatred that were found in many fleedians, lost like their eyes, accusing Duke of misconduct so serious that it was not even conceivable.
The pain was becoming unbearable and Naida stood trying not to make any noise, sitting on the bed, her head in hands.
Calm, patience, she had to have a little patience and she could fulfill her mission to avenge her people. But she had to reach Grendizer: hit the traitor was not enough, she had to destry even God.
A new bite at the temples grew an uncontrollable anger, she turned to Duke, who slept unaware of her torment. She could kill him at that moment, he was helpless, his chest and belly available .. but she did not.
He awoke just before dawn, Naida’s lilac eyes stared at him since time. He kissed her caressing her face, and dressed quickly , then he slipped out of the room. He did not want anyone to know they spent the night together, he didn’t want to hurt Hikaru.
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