Chapter 19 #3
“I mean, aren’t you?” She breathed, stroking her fingers down to cup his cheek. “You’re so smart and you don’t even need the neural implants to learn fast. And you’re sexy and handsome and you work hard but you’re still making time to be with me and… and… you’re just perfect.”
Romival’s smirk softened, turning into a pleased smile. “Ah, vi Holly, you honor me.”
“I mean, it’s true though. You’re so far out of my league, you’re literally in another galaxy.”
“But Holly, we are in the same galaxy.” He lowered his head, nuzzling his face between her breasts like he was going to get comfortable there and rest, but he continued to pluck at one of her nipples with his pinching fingers, keeping her from calming down.
“That’s not…”
“How can you think that you aren’t perfect? That you aren’t perfect for me?” He turned his head and pressed a kiss to her sternum. “How can you believe for even an instant that you, my fierce vakara, aren’t my equal?”
Her grimace at him calling her that name didn’t go unnoticed. The moment he saw it, he lifted his head and studied her face.
“You do not like that? When I call you vakara? Are you insulted as Hattie was?”
“Huh?” She looked surprised at the assumption. “No. No, I know you’re not insulting me. It just feels so… untrue.”
“It is though.”
“I mean, yeah, literally, it’s true.” She wiggled under his continued teasing, but he just continued to pluck at her nipple and massage her breast without even looking, like he might not even be consciously aware that he was doing it.
“I know it’s the name that Atem gave me and the others when we got here but come on.
We all know that I’m the least warrior-like human.
I jump at my own shadow, I squeak when I’m afraid, and I can’t even stand up for myself. ”
“True. You are not a warrior,” he nodded with sage agreement. “Even if you were possessing of combat skills, I would not be afraid of you. You are so soft and warm and sensual. I can’t imagine your species even knows what combat is.”
“I mean, we definitely do, but that’s not…”
“There is more than one meaning to the word ‘vakara’. Ancient Domtri is a combination of multiple different regional dialects and languages.”
She sighed. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Warrior or brave one or something like that. None of those apply to me either though. You calling me warrior or brave just seems disingenuous.”
Romival finally stopped teasing her breast. He sat back so he could look her properly in the eye, though his hands were still on her thighs, lifting them up around his waist. His tight pants and her panties still separated them, but she could still feel the hardness of his cock pressing insistently against her through the soft fabrics.
A needy moan passed her parted lips as she rocked herself against him. He just watched, approval and desire burning in his eyes.
“Part of being a scholar, vi Holly, is learning ancient Domtri. Being able to speak ancient Domtri, fluently, is required. Poetry and storytelling are part of linguistics and must be mastered as one of the eight core disciplines and a great deal of that is done in ancient Domtri.”
“Er, I don’t…”
“I am an expert on ancient Domtri, vi Vakara, and therefore the sole authority capable of determining whether or not the name is applicable to you.” He grinned, full professor mode, speaking normally as he slid his fingers under the crotch of her panties and pushed them into her wet hole.
She hissed in a staggered breath, her hands clenching against the bed, as he calmly continued like nothing was going on.
“Vakara is a very dynamic word that, on the surface, means warrior, brave one, one who fights. But ancient Domtri is a poetic language and just looking at the basic definitions won’t give you the true meaning.
The long, proper, most accurate definition of ‘vakara’ is ‘the fighter who resists fear’. ”
“If that was supposed to make me feel better, you failed,” she gasped, her entire body rocking against his hand, seeking to deepen the pleasure.
Romival chuckled, massaging her clit with his thumb as he pumped his fingers slowly, making her hiss through her teeth. “Pay attention to the words, Vakara.”
“Will this be on the test?” She pant-laughed, wondering how she simultaneously had an alien and professor kink.
“Indeed, it will,” his eyes flashed with amusement as he curled his fingers up, making her gasp and shudder. “So, what were my words, Vakara?”
“Er, the fighter… erm… fu-” She could barely breathe, much less come up with a coherent response to the question. She knew what he said, but her mind was slowly dissolving under his touch and her pants and moans kept breaking her reply.
“The fighter who resists fear,” he repeated slowly, calmly.
His informative tone completely at odds with the wicked gleam in his eyes and the now rapid thrusting of his fingers as they made obscene, wet sounds between her legs.
“It does not mean ‘one without fear’. That is ‘riskirala’. The base being ‘-rala’, which in turn was a slang word for ‘stupid’. Nor does it mean ‘skilled warrior’. That is ‘domirakii’, and that was more of a rank earned by mastering fighting styles.”
“Romi, I don’t… Please…” She was whining now. He was doing too much and not enough all at the same time and it was driving her mad.
“Pay attention, you don’t want to fail the lesson,” he smirked, clearly having picked up on the game she had started.
“Please, Romi, I need… I need…”
“I know, vi Holly, that is why you must pay attention.” He chuckled at her desperation, his own expression oddly feral in comparison to his calm voice.
“When I call you ‘vakara’, I don’t mean that you are without fear or that you are some great warrior.
I call you ‘vakara’ because I see how afraid you are.
I see how difficult things can be for you because you are so skittish.
And I also see how you are willing to push yourself past it.
I see these techniques you’ve adopted to keep yourself strong and calm.
Your yoga and your meditation and your breathing.
“You are vakara, Holly, not because you have no fear, but because you are so resolute in continuing on despite your fear. You say that Hattie got you through your abduction, but I’ve heard your story.
I know the role you played in deceiving your captors.
Adassani may have stolen the key to your escape, but you are the one who distracted the ratchi who held you.
You were in the most danger at that moment because you were the one in his sights. But you did it, all the same.
“And today… Ah, today,” his grin widened. “Today, vi Vakara, I see the warrior within you. You showed it to me when you came to the defense of your friend. And there was nothing more beautiful, more powerful, than you in that moment.”
Holly had tears in her eyes. She wasn’t sure if it was from the genuine sincerity with which he spoke to her or from the orgasm he was keeping just out of her reach, flooding her body with unfulfilled, pleasurable frustration, or both.
“Be proud when you are called Vakara,” he said, lowering his head. He whispered in her ear, “You are brave. You are strong. You are powerful. And none of those things are dependent upon your physical prowess. And I am eager to claim a warrior such as you as my adassi.”
She whimpered, clutching him close. Her body was tight. She was straining towards a release that he masterfully kept just out of reach.
“Do you understand, vi Vakara?”
“Yes. Please!”
“Good.” He kissed the side of her face. “Time for your test. Question one: Who are you?”
“V-Vakara Holly.”
“Yes.” He switched sides and kissed her opposite cheek. “Question two: Do you believe you are vakara?”
“Yes! Anything, Romi, please!”
He chuckled, lifting his head over hers and staring deep into her eyes. “Very good. Last question: Why are you afraid of me breeding my pups on you?”
She whimpered, “Romi, please…” She cried out in dismay when he stopped moving his hand.
“Answer the question if you want your reward. Be brave for me, vi Vakara, and tell me your fear.”
She shook her head. “I-I’m not… I just… I just don’t know if I can. If I’m ready. I’m scared of being one of the first hybrid moms. I don’t know if I can do it.”
Romival grinned and leaned down, giving her a long, low kiss. Tangling her tongue with his, drawing it out and making her yearn for more. Her nails were digging into his back, but he didn’t even seem to notice.
When he finally broke the kiss, she was wild with need.
“Very good. I’m very proud of you, vi Holly.” He began to pump his fingers again, flicking his thumb quickly across her clit. “And now, for answering all your questions correctly, you get to enjoy your reward.”
She had been dancing on the edge of coming for so long, it barely took more than a second of the sudden roughness of his fingers to send her over the edge. Her back arched and the cry that burst forth was immediately swallowed by Romival’s mouth closing over hers.
Her kissed and stroked her through one orgasm and straight into another.
His other hand massaged her breast, his tongue stroked along hers, his fingers relentless inside her.
Considering how long it took for the first climax to build, the second came on frighteningly fast and her mind went completely white as she bucked up against him.
The aftershocks continued to make her jerk and writhe even as he removed his fingers and sucked them clean, looking in her eyes with a proud grin.
She had to reciprocate this time. That was twice now he had made her melt into her bed. It was beyond selfish for her to just keep taking.
But she was weak and boneless as he lifted her body and covered her up. He tucked her in just like last time, but this time he also kissed her once more before leaning back. She could barely focus on his smile through her exhaustion.
“Sleep, vi Vakara. I will see you bright and early for more yoga and lessons tomorrow.”
She couldn’t wait.