24. Xandor
Chapter 24
Xandor
Debrief
S everal days have passed since the Nebian-Klendathian alliance was formalized, and it has only been a day since my head stopped throbbing. Gods, there was so much drinking on that fine night. It was a welcome turn of events, as it initially was a tense occasion fraught with potential pitfalls and cultural misunderstandings.
But after Tyrxie and I danced, the mood shifted. Nebians became eager to learn—too eager by half, with short-stuffs requesting Tyrxie dance with them! Others sought Noroth and Logarn, with teams of brave Nebians clinging to my warriors in good natured wrestling bouts. As for me, I spent much of the evening conversing with the Imperator. He proved to be a fine leader who could handle his drink as well as any Klendathian.
Once again, I emphasized the importance of removing the NeuroLinks to the Imperator, pushing and pulling as much as I dared—the future of his people hanging in the balance. He oscillated between offense and weak, non-committal assurances as I danced a fine line. Even now, I cannot predict which path he will choose. A sigh escapes me in frustration, but there’s nothing more I could’ve done—it rests in the hands of the Gods.
Tyrxie stirs in my lap, her head resting pleasingly near to my crotch. Her pale nakedness against the low blue light of our quarters fills me with desire and adoration. She’s so beautiful, a true gift from the Gods. It’s almost painful to look upon her, the longing and love I feel for her so overwhelming, that even my words to describe my affections are nothing but a spark held against a blazing sun—and her true glory is yet to flare.
“Hey lover,” Tyrxie mumbles, wiping the sleep from her eyes to scan the room. “Are we there yet?” She smiles, noticing my throbbing erection jutting upward as proud and strong as any master-crafted statue. “Again?” she laughs, burying her head into the sheets with delightful surrender.
“I’m afraid so, my love,” I reply with a fake sigh, brushing her gorgeous black hair with sympathy. “I sometimes curse my insatiable virility. It’s a terrible burden we must carry. But I know with your help we’ll tame the beast—one day.”
“Uh huh,” Tyrxie mumbles into the sheets, before her stunning green eyes lift upwards, gleaming with resolve and feminine submission that only stiffens me further. “One day,” she mocks, taking my thick cock in her delicate, dainty hands. “But not today,” she smiles, stroking my length.
I groan at her familiar touch, my male-hood longing to be inside of her—the place it belongs, the female it was always destined for. But my poor Tyrxie has endured much... attention, and I worry it may take a toll on my beautiful little female. “We’ll save this for after our meeting with Krogoth and Rocks,” I suggest, shifting to stand.
“Not so fast!” Tyrxie snaps, placing a halting hand on my abdominal muscles. “I wouldn’t be a very good mate if I didn’t take care of you.” She renews her wonderful caresses.
“You’d still be the best,” I reply, unbidden moans escaping me at her skillful, eager attentions. Gods, could a warrior even dream of a better bonded female than my Tyrxie? “But if you insist,” I add between pleasurable grunts.
“I do,” Tyrxie asserts, a delightful look of lust blooming on her expression. My breath hitches as she lowers her head towards my now painful erection. Her eyes bore into mine, an unspoken promise of the pleasure she’s about to administer and the love that will always be ours alone. “Just relax,” she purrs.
Relaxing isn’t my style.
Tyrxie’s beautiful, supple lips smooch onto the end of my throbbing cock. The sensation is bliss, prompting me to throw my head back. She giggles with joy, her skillful artistry just beginning. More gentle tugs assault my senses with hands that feel so soft. But it’s her wet tongue that’s doing the real damage. First, little testing licks around my gleaming head, then she grows bolder—my brave female taking me in her tiny, sweet mouth.
The naughty slopping sounds only turn me on more, as well as the feeling of the walls of her mouth struggling to contain my pulsing male-hood. But she doesn’t stop. My Tyrxie is a warrior now, her resolve like hardened arcweave, forged in our trials together. Her molten lust is reflected in her glowing emerald eyes, glimmering like beautiful stars, as I feel our souls mingling within our bond.
She purrs and moans, adding to my own grunts of surging gratification. Urged by greed and aching need, my female has expertly stoked me to a maddening fever pitch. I guide her head with my hand. Her hands work my shaft with twisting, pumping motions while she plunges, covering my tip with the blissful liquid warmth that only her tender mouth provides.
“How did you get so good at this?” I ask, half deliriously, between grunts and snarls. But Tyrxie only smirks at me, her eyes full of mischief. She moves a hand to my hefty ball sack, kneading them as if urging me to give her what belongs to her. She won’t have much longer to wait. Already, my body is as tense as coiled springs.
Tyrxie must sense it too, her pace growing more frantic, drawing me onward to her paradise. “I want every drop, my golden hero,” she mutters, her eyes gleaming with well-earned confidence.
“My official title is Warrior of Peace!” I reply, struggling not to laugh, riding the building, surging waves of bliss my love has brought me to.
“Don’t make me laugh,” Tyrxie splutters, and it’s then, as we’re both laughing, my tension erupts as a torrent of shuddering waves of pleasure wash over me. My love gasps as I roar with ecstasy, the sound deafening, but I don’t care—all I care about is spilling my seed all over my Tyrxie, claiming her as the Gods and my heart demands.
Tyrxie shocks me, rushing to wrap her mouth around my pulsing cock. I watch in blissful amazement as she gulps generous amounts of my molten liquid lust. My heart soars with pride and adoration. Such an intimate gesture—never have I felt so loved, so needed, like she wants every part of me. And I intend to give her every piece, every drop.
My shuddering, squirming and spasming orgasm comes to an end, leaving me in total ecstasy as my balls tingle pleasurably—satiated, at least for now. Tyrxie moans, leaving a final little kiss on the end of my sensitive tip, looking as innocent as a freshly bloomed flower.
“My sneaky little Tyrxie, I think you’ve just sucked my soul out through my cock,” I laugh between heaving breaths.
Tyrxie chuckles, falling on top of me, her soft breasts and warmth nestling in against me, in danger of igniting my desire anew. “Well, your soul tasted delicious.” She flashes a wicked smile at me that suits her perfectly.
“You were amazing, a true master of the sexy arts. No one’s ever swallowed my seed like that—I liked it.” I marvel, already replaying the event in my head as I stroke Tyrxie’s back with gentle caresses.
“Really?” Tyrxie startles, her eyes finding mine. I nod with a smile, prompting her to let out a short laugh. “I’m glad I got to be another one of your firsts,” she sighs with contentment.
“One of many,” I reply, eager to put her mind at ease, knowing all other females before Tyrxie were but pale reflections to her beautiful soul. “My first Klendathian kiss, my first seed swallowing, my first love. Soon to be my first eternal Mortakin-Kis.” My voice carries fierce pride.
Tyrxie purrs, nestling in tighter to our loving embrace. Time seems to dissolve as I enjoy her quiet, soft breathing, my molten need satiated, my mind blissfully absent of visions and paths, driven away by the carnality of our actions. But it’s only moments away from returning, more reason to enjoy these peaceful respites.
“What is our future going to be like?” Tyrxie asks, sounding almost asleep.
Such a deceptively complex question that could sear my mind to answer fully.
“We’re going to Klendathor next and then Earth, like I promised you,” I reply, brushing my hand through her silky black hair.
“But after that? You must know, seeing the futures?” Tyrxie says innocently, as I scrunch my face, struggling on how to answer.
“After... we return to Klendathor to continue your work,” I say, almost regretting the words instantly.
“Work?” Tyrxie startles, her green eyes glowing as they peer at me. “You mean like fixing ships?” she nudges against me, stroking my midsection. “Or do you have some other work in mind?” she giggles.
She’s so innocent and sweet!
“I like the way you think, my love,” I say, kissing her forehead. “But all will be revealed... very soon.” I glance out of the viewport, noticing Krogoth’s ragtag fleet of ships coming into view. A motley mix of old, beat-up Scythian Battlebarges, and smaller mercenary vessels hurtling through the void of space.
Having spent time with the Nebians and currently on one of their vessels, all other ships seem awkward and bulky. Imperator Bubla agreed to loan us a ship and some crew, and, divining the paths, I knew that Krogoth was traveling to rendezvous with our Klendathian brothers above Argon Six—I must warn him first or all may be lost.
I direct Tyrxie’s gaze towards the viewport. “Oh wow,” she exclaims, hopping off me in her enthusiasm to get a better look. “I can’t wait to meet your friends,” she mumbles, difficult to understand with her face pressed to the screen. “I’m finally going to meet another human!” She exclaims, spinning, almost humming with excitement.
The sight of her eager nakedness sends my heart soaring and something else. “Come Tyrxie, before the sight of your beauty hardens my cock further.”
Tyrxie, Logarn, Noroth and I march towards the command bridge of Krogoth’s ship. I recognize it as the ill-fated Scythian Battlebarge that became Astraxius’ tomb. Despite that, there’s an exciting charged atmosphere—the sight of returning war brothers, eager to hear each other’s tales, and Tyrxie’s enthusiasm all mingling into a palpable cocktail.
I’m charged with tense eagerness to speak to Krogoth and Rocks, knowing there’s much to discuss and reveal. But I hold my head high with pride—the mission Krogoth assigned to me was a stunning success, not just the alliance but finding my Tyrxie onboard that wreck of a ship. It’s still hard to believe the Gods have blessed me with such good fortune.
The chafing mask of the diplomat I endured, the pain I suffered, all fitting sacrifices for the Gods and they rewarded me beyond my wildest dreams. It’s almost enough to spill my Rush through my eye, feeling the power course through me, and the wisdom threatening to consume my mind. The Xandor that departed Klendathor is a different entity than the one who stands here now. Broken, reforged, and made whole by Tyrxie’s guiding love.
“So many Klendathians.” Tyrxie scans the corridor with wonder in her eyes, clinging onto my arm.
“Tyrxie, I must caution you about Rocks,” I begin, frowning that I forgot to tell Tyrxie a very important detail.
“Oh?” Tyrxie snaps back, a look of uncertainty in her eyes.
“She can read minds,” I reply, like it’s a normal thing that people can do.
Tyrxie grimaces, making me laugh. “She reads minds? You’re joking, right?” She inquires, straightening her simple black shirt.
“Nope,” I frown, thinking harder, untangling the images of Rocks’ future selves mingling with the present. “Well, at the moment she can only sense emotional states, but after our meeting she’ll be able to do more... a lot more.” A truly terrifying power.
“Lovely, so I can’t think any bad thoughts?” Tyrxie lets out a sigh. “This is crazy,” she mutters.
“But all your thoughts are as pure as fresh snow,” I smirk at my love.
“It’s true,” Noroth chimes in, gesturing to Logarn, himself and me. “We all saw her do it during the clan meeting. She said all human females have that power. Maybe you can too?” he urges with an eager nod towards Tyrxie, amusing me.
“Rocks only said that to rattle that vipertail, Ziroth,” I state, waving a dismissive hand. “No, her power stems from their bond just as ours does.” I smile down at Tyrxie, who looks more confused than ever.
“Wait, so what powers does your friend Krogoth have?” Tyrxie inquires, a look of concern on her face. “Does he shoot lasers out of his eyes if you fart or something?”
Noroth and I exchange looks before bursting into laughter. Tyrxie glances at us with a smile on her face. “You’re not far off!” I manage to say between hysterics. “He can tear holes in the fabric of reality.” At least, he will be able to.
“That’s... um, unsettling,” Tyrxie stutters, her beautiful face shifting downward with concern, prompting me to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“Krogoth Star Eyes,” Noroth mutters, his blue eyes glazed over. “The Gods walk amongst us now.” His words send a shiver through me—surprisingly close to my bolder speculations.
“Indeed, they do,” I say absently, my eye lingering on my Tyrxie.
Our group approaches the command bridge. Shocking, humorous images assail my mind, prompting me to step through the door with added haste, already smiling.
Upon a chair, Krogoth sits, grunting as he peers up at Rocks, who’s bouncing on top of him with wild abandon, her black dress hitched over her hips.
Rocks’ hazel eyes snap to us, a look of horror spreading over her flushed face. “Fucking hell!” She exclaims, rushing to hop off from Krogoth, and adjust her dress. “I hate that these doors slide open so quietly!”
Tyrxie has a hand to her mouth, averting her gaze, no doubt trying to think only the best of thoughts, while Noroth and I share a laugh. “You have a talent for walking in on the act, Xandor,” he jests.
“More of a curse,” I mutter.
Krogoth stands with his back facing us, placing a massive hand along Rocks’ back. He side-eyes us with a broad smile. “Hail, you degenerate gawkers!” he announces. The void of space looms large out the viewport as Krogoth marches towards us, his erection still very evident tucked into his leather pants.
“Hail, High Chieftain and Chieftainess,” I bow, then remember I’m no longer on Nebia and switch to inclining my head after slamming my fist to my chest. Noroth and Logarn follow suit. Tyrxie, however, seems frozen in fear at the approaching Krogoth, prompting me to pull her in close, flashing her an encouraging smile.
Krogoth’s purple eyes switch to Tyrxie, his smile broadening as his gaze shifts to me. “You old vipertail,” he laughs, filling my heart with fierce pride and joy.
“Oh, a woman!” Rocks exhales in excitement, her earlier embarrassment already banished. She rushes from behind the towering Krogoth, her impressive white cloak streaming behind her. “I’m Roxanne, but you can call me Roxy.” She nods at Krogoth, “Actually, just Rocks—he makes sure I’m always stone related.” She and Krogoth share a chuckle.
Rocks holds out a hand, that confusing human greeting she sometimes does. Tyrxie stares at it, slowly extending her own hand. “You’re supposed to shake it. A test of strength, perhaps,” I posit, while Rocks frowns at me.
Tyrxie grasps the top of her hand, pumping back and forth with surprising force. “My name’s Tyrxie. I’m glad to meet you both, Xandor said you’re all great friends.”
Rocks’ head pitches back and forth before she snatches her hand back. “Ah.... Wait, how come you don’t know how to shake hands?” She inquires, rubbing her arm.
“I’ve never been to Earth,” Tyrxie says eagerly, “Not since I was kidnapped as a young girl, anyway.”
“That’s terrible...” Rock’s voice trails off as she glares at Tyrxie. “I can feel how hard that was for you.”
My brave Tyrxie only smiles. “It was until I met Xandor,” she peers up at me with the sweetest smile. “He saved me.”
“Nonsense,” I scoff, waving a dismissive hand. “You saved yourself, my love. And with your strength, you’ll save the lives of many others,” I add, as everyone looks at me with a puzzled expression, except Logarn, who stands like a statue.
Perhaps I’ve said too much too quickly.
At times like this, it’s better to charge forward. “Tyrxie and I are bonded by the Gods, and soon we’ll complete the Mortakin-Tok.”
Rocks claps her hands together while Krogoth beams at me. “It warms my heart, brother, that the Gods have granted your ardent wish.” He unfortunately slaps my missing left arm, which is obscured by my half-cloak. I stumble at his great strength while Krogoth’s expression shifts to surprise. “What’s this?”
A surge of shame and rage flares within me, hot and heavy, twisting my mouth to show fangs. “I’m so sorry, Xandor,” Rocks utters, rushing over to give me a fierce hug. “The pain you suffered is... too much.”
Krogoth scrutinizes me, his face twisting with rage, his purple Rush misting through the air. “I had thought you were winking for some comical reason.” He places his hand on my face, opening my useless eyelid. He gasps before whirling in fury. “Who dared do this to my noble brother!” he roars, stalking between the command terminal consoles.
His massive frame fills the room like a murderous purple god of vengeance. Tyrxie recoils at the sight, but I hold her tight. “To desecrate your body and blood like this twists my heart.” He shakes with wrath until he moves to tower above me. “Tell me, Xandor, who did this to you, and I will crush their bones and leave their broken bodies to bake in the scorching deserts of Nardune!” His eyes flash purple like the fury of Klendathor’s sun made manifest.
His concern for my honor fills me with profound adoration for my old friend. “Peace, brother. All is well,” I say, tapping Krogoth on his shoulder with a smile. “I wouldn’t want to undo all my hard work. Not after all that bowing I had to endure,” I laugh.
Krogoth frowns as the realization dawns on him. “The Nebians? They are the ones who did this to you?” He glances at Rocks, his expression growing uncertain. “I sent my best friend off to be mutated by the very people I hope to call allies.” He shakes his head, downcast. “If I had known the cost, Xandor, I would never have sent you.”
“I would pay it again, brother,” I nod at him, my soul blazing with pride and respect. “A hundred times even, for I found my love, lost in the stars.” I glance down at Tyrxie with a smile. “And my suffering awoke something in us. Our bond gifts from the Gods have awakened.”
Krogoth absorbs my passionate words, nodding his head. “Your resolve and bravery earn you great honor, Xandor.” His gaze shifts to Tyrxie, his expression softening. “Our gifts only manifested after the Mortakin-Tok. What powers do you possess, Tyrxie?”
“I can heal wounds,” Tyrxie says, stretching out her arms, glancing at me, her expression one of sadness. “I just wish I could do more for Xandor.” Little does my sexy Kor-Kis know.
“That’s amazing!” Rocks exclaims, her face filled with wonder. “I could’ve used that during the Proving.”
Krogoth gives a short laugh. “And me after the Krak-Tok with Gorexius.”
“Tyrxie is the purest form of good. Her power doesn’t destroy or manipulate, but removes pain and suffering. Soon, she’ll save our people’s very souls,” I state with my chest proud and my heart soaring with pride.
Krogoth and Rocks exchange uncertain glances, and even my Tyrxie stares at her hands with her head downcast. Her modesty and innocence only add to her appeal—my female shines brighter than any star in the universe.
“You really believe that, don’t you?” Rocks asks, her gaze laden with wonder and focus.
“There is no doubt, Rocks,” I smirk with confidence that only someone who can divine the future could possess. “Because I’m blessed by Ecneius, God of wisdom and enlightenment.”
Krogoth furrows his brow. “The ability to read the futures?” He looks at me, and I nod in smiling agreement. “Just like in the...” His words trail off as his eyes flick to Logarn and Noroth, catching himself before revealing sacred knowledge.
“I’ve seen the Mortakin-Tok—a hundred thousand variations of it. Just as I’ve seen Tyrxie and I succeed and receive the God’s blessings for our union,” I state, enjoying the shocked expression on their faces.
Krogoth’s frown shifts to a broad smile. My friend’s trust in me is heartwarming. However, Rocks looks unconvinced, rubbing her Elerium necklace lost in thought. “I’d like to see some proof, Xan—”
“You’re pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl.” I smile, glancing at her stomach, wishing my powers stretched far enough to see their futures. “Congratulations, by the way. I always knew you had it in you, you big borack arse.” I give Krogoth a hearty slap on the shoulder.
“The Gods are kind,” Krogoth beams, clutching Rocks tightly to his side. She looks totally confused now.
Tyrxie glances between Krogoth and Rocks, her expression shifting to disbelief with each iteration. “Um, we can have children?” she mutters with endearing naivety.
I laugh, peering down at her. “Of course. The Gods would not bless a union unless it was possible.”
“Oh, that’s...” Tyrxie’s words taper off.
“Terrifying?” Rocks finishes for her with a chuckle. “I’m excited but also afraid, too. I mean, look at the size of them!” She sweeps her arm to encompass us towering Klendathians. I shrug while Krogoth laughs.
Tyrxie perks up, looking to Rocks with excitement. “I could help you by taking away your pain when the time comes,” she nods eagerly.
She is a beautiful soul.
Rocks’ face lights up as she takes Tyrxie’s hands in hers. “I would like that, Tyrxie.” They smile at each other. It’s pleasing to watch our females getting along so well.
Krogoth must be thinking the same as he watches with a grin. “Do you know what names we’ll bestow on our children?” he asks, tearing his gaze away from Rocks and Tyrxie.
“I do,” I laugh knowing. “But I dare not speak them, in case it alters your choice. And I am rather fond of them.”
Krogoth studies me for a moment. “Astonishing,” he says, shaking his head.
“No, old friend, astonishing is yet to come,” I reply, glancing towards my Tyrxie, feeling the weight of this moment, how it will echo through Klendathian history for all time. “Tyrxie, would you be so kind as to heal Logarn?” I flash a knowing smile at her, despite my heart hammering in my chest.
“But the youth’s uninjured,” Noroth states, scrutinizing the neutral Logarn.
“Is he?” I raise a questioning eyebrow, guiding Tyrxie towards the blonde-haired youth.
“Okay.” Tyrxie stands before Logarn, glancing at me and him. “I’ll try.”
“Remember, just like before, my love.” I marvel at her, my heart filling with intense love and respect. She smiles back, her emerald eyes shimmering until they glow like glorious celestial entities. I can feel her warmth through the bond. Our souls join, blazing with golden and green flames that were always destined to dance together.
The command room falls silent, just bated breaths and the low din of the engines. Tyrxie strains reaching Logarns face, placing two glowing hands on his cheeks. Logarn gazes down at my love, showing no emotion or distress. “I can’t sense anything wrong with him,” she mutters.
“Delve deeper,” I urge, placing a hand on her back.
Tyrxie takes a deep breath, her glowing eyes glazing over, lost in some awareness unique to her. “Wait... there’s a part cut in two.” She frowns with closed eyes, her hands drifting towards Logarn’s head. “Let me see if I can join them together, just like bridging a circuit,” she chuckles.
Logarn grows suddenly tense, his brown eyes misting in fury, filling me with worry. He lashes out with his claws drawn, aiming for Tyrxie’s throat. In a flash, I swat his blows away with a speed none but I possess. But with only one arm, I can only defect his frantic thrashing attacks.
“Restrain him!” I shout.