6. Finzar

six

Finzar

I pull Loelle closer, my hands roaming over her body, needing to feel every inch of her. We stumble toward the bed, the old springs protesting under our weight. Her touch sets my skin ablaze, the heat rages through me. I kiss down her neck, my fangs grazing her collarbone, and she gasps, arching into me, her hips grinding against mine.

Her fingers thread through my hair, pulling me closer. I want to taste every inch of her, burn her into my memory. My tongue traces the curve of her ear, and she shudders. I can feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of my own.

She kisses me hungrily, her nails digging into my back. I can see in her eyes fire and desire that matches my own, and I know that this night will be unlike anything I have ever experienced. My hands explore her body, my fingers tracing the curves and valleys of her form. I revel in the feel of her soft skin beneath my touch.

I trail kisses down her body, exploring the curve of her breasts, the dip of her navel. Beautiful female features I have admired but never touched so intimately. My tongue flicks out, tasting the salt of her skin. Loelle moans, her back arching off the bed. I continue my exploration, my hands gripping her hips as I kiss lower, lower, until I find wetness between her thighs. I taste her, and she moans, her body trembling beneath me.

I can't get enough of her, the feel of her, the taste. She's intoxicating, and I know, no matter what happens tomorrow, I will never forget this night. But I have a secret, one that I've never spoken aloud before.

"I have a confession, little flame, this is my… first time." The words are low and rough with need, and I see the surprise in her eyes.

"First time? You mean…"

"Yes, I've never done this before. No one has ever come close. Until you."

She looks at me for a moment, the truth in my words. "Well then, we better make it good."

Loelle takes my length in her hand, stroking me slowly, and my eyes flutter closed. I'm hard and thick, my blue cock pulsing with need, and my knot eager to take her. I wonder what it will feel like to have it inside her, to claim her in the most primal way possible.

"I want to taste you, Finzar," she says, licking her lips as she looks up at me. She bends down, taking me into her mouth, and I groan, my head falling back in ecstasy. Never could I imagine such glorious sensations, so used to only pain. Surely this can't get any better? Her tongue swirls around my tip, teasing the sensitive skin. I can't help but thrust into her mouth, the pleasure almost overwhelming me.

She works me expertly, her hands and mouth driving me wild. But I don't want my first time to simply be caving into my own release. I want to pleasure her, to bring her the same euphoria she's bringing me.

"My turn," I growl, gently pulling her up and carefully laying her on the bed. A wicked idea crosses my mind. Once I tortured for pain, but for Loelle, I will torture for her pleasure. Carefully, I take a piece of cloth and tie her hands to the headboard tightly.

Loelle's eyes widen, but there's no fear in them, only excitement and anticipation. She bites her lower lip, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she watches me with a hungry gaze.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smirk, leaning over her and tracing a finger along her jawline. "Whatever I want," I say, my voice low and dangerous. "And right now, I want to make you feel good." Then I lean over her, kissing her hungrily, my hands exploring her body.

She swallows hard, her eyes flicking to the knot on my cock for a moment before meeting mine again. "Yes," she breathes. "Please, Finzar."

I smirk, my eyes drinking her in. "Patience, little flame. Pain and pleasure must be stoked and nurtured until the time is right."

I start by tracing her skin with my fingertips, trailing them along her collarbone, down her breasts, across her stomach. She trembles beneath me, her body aching for more. I can see goosebumps rising on her skin, and it sends a thrill through me.

"Tell me what you want, little flame," I murmur against her skin. "Tell me how to make you feel good."

Loelle whimpers, her body trembling beneath me. "I want… I want you to touch me," she says, her voice shaking with desire. "I want to feel your hands on me, your mouth on me…"

I grin, my fingers finding her wetness and circling her clit. "Like this?" I ask, my voice low and teasing.

She gasps, her hips bucking against my hand, giving an answer before she can even speak. "Yes… yes, just like that," she moans, her head falling back against the pillow.

I continue to tease her, my fingers working their magic as I kiss and suck on her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. She writhes beneath me; her moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment.

Then I spread her legs wide, and I can see her slick arousal glistening in the dim light. I can't help myself. I run my tongue along her entrance. Her taste is sweeter than anything I could have imagined, and it takes all my willpower not to devour her whole.

I pull back, my eyes meeting hers. "I want to hear you beg for it, Loelle," I say, my voice rough with need.

"Finzar, please…" she begs, her body trembling on the brink of release.

But I'm determined to take my time. So I tease her. Circling her clit with my tongue, drawing out her pleasure. She writhes beneath me, her hips bucking wildly. I slip a finger inside of her, then another, and she arches her back, her eyes fluttering closed. Her eager wetness is a unique marvel, one that belongs to me.

"I need you," she says, her voice thick with desire. "I need you inside me, Finzar. I need you to claim me, to make me yours."

I growl, my cock throbbing at her words. "As you wish, little flame," I say, positioning myself at her entrance. "But remember, this is my first time. Be gentle with me." Gentle is as foreign to me as these blessed pleasures are.

Loelle laughs, a low, husky sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Oh, Finzar," she says, her eyes shining with mischief. "I think it's you who needs to be gentle with me."

I pull back, kneeling between her legs. My cock is rock-hard and ready, and I know it's time. I push the tip of my cock inside of her, and the feel of her wet heat is almost enough to send me over the edge. But I want to savor every second, making my little flame ready for me. So I move painfully slow, sliding deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Finally, I'm buried to the hilt, my knot pressing against her entrance. "Are you ready?" I growl, my voice thick with desire.

"Fuck, Finzar. Yes!" she breathes, her body trembling with anticipation.

I take a deep breath, and I push my knot into her. She cries out, the pleasure and the pain mixing, her body clenching around me. I groan, the feeling almost too much to bear.

We begin to move together, and the ecstasy is beyond anything I could have imagined. Our bodies fit perfectly together, as if we were made for each other. I can feel her walls tightening around me, her sweet body milking my cock. I groan, the sensation driving me wild.

I can feel the tension coiling within her, her body trembling beneath mine as we move together. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, punctuated by soft moans that send shivers down my spine. I can see the desire burning in her eyes, a fire that threatens to consume us both as we chase the release that lies just beyond our grasp. I revel in the sight of her. Her lips parted and cheeks flushed with pleasure, her hair splayed out across the pillow like a fiery halo framing her beautiful face.

As I thrust deeper inside her, I can feel her walls clenching around me, her body straining toward the precipice of ecstasy. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, a sound that drives me ever closer to my own climax. But I refuse to surrender to the pleasure just yet, determined to push her over the edge first, to make her scream my name as she shatters beneath me.

I slide one hand between our bodies, my fingertips finding her clit with unerring accuracy. She gasps as I begin to circle the sensitive nub, her hips bucking wildly as I apply just the right amount of pressure. I can feel her muscles tensing, her nails digging into my back as she clings to me, desperate for release.

"Finzar," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "Please… I need… I need to come."

Her words send a jolt of pure lust coursing through me, and I know I cannot deny her any longer. I redouble my efforts, thrusting my knot harder and faster as I continue to work her clit with my fingers. Her breath hitches, her body trembling violently as she teeters on the brink of orgasm.

"Come for me, little flame," I growl, my voice low and rough with desire. "Let me feel you shatter around me."

As if my words were the key to unlocking her orgasm, she cries out, her body convulsing as she plummets over the edge into ecstasy. I can feel her walls contracting around me, her slick heat milking my cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. The sight of her lost in the throes of her climax, her face contorted with bliss, is more than I can bear.

With a guttural roar, I give in to my release, my cock pulsing within her as I spill my seed deep inside her welcoming warmth. My vision blurs as I ride out the intense pleasure that courses through every fiber of my being.

As the last glimmers of our orgasms fade, we collapse onto the bed, our bodies still joined, our hearts pounding in unison. As I release her from the bindings, she immediately curls against me, her body fitting perfectly against mine. I can feel her heartbeat gradually returning to normal, the steady rhythm a comforting counterpoint to the chaos that awaits us beyond the confines of this room.

My knot finally releases, allowing me to slip out of her. I watch as my seed drips down her thighs, a primal satisfaction welling up within me at the sight. I know that at this moment, she is truly mine and I am hers as I wrap my arms around her, holding her close.

We lie there for a moment, catching our breath. My fingers trace lazy patterns on her skin, and I can feel her heart beating against my chest.

"That was amazing," she breathes, her voice thick with satisfaction.

I nod, my body humming with pleasure. "For my first time, it was worth the wait."

She laughs, a low, husky sound that makes my blood sing.

"You are a quick study in female pleasure, Finzar," she teases, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Well, I may have been a late bloomer, but I think I just set a new record for the fastest learner," I reply with a confident grin, earning a laugh from her as she playfully swats my arm.

I kiss her forehead, breathing in her scent. I could stay like this forever, wrapped in her embrace, our bodies entwined. But we have a dangerous task ahead of us, and we need to rest.

#

A soft knock interrupts our brief respite. Leera's voice filters through the door, urgent and tense. "Loelle, Finzar—we've got news. It's important."

I growl low in my throat, annoyed at the interruption. Loelle places a calming hand on my arm, her touch grounding me. We dress quickly, exchanging worried glances. As we step out of the room, I feel my walls going up, my shoulders tensing and my back straightening. I narrow my eyes, scanning every corner for threats. The tender moments we shared are locked away. I must be the dark blade now turned against the Nexus.

In the main room, the crew is gathered, their faces grim in the dim light. The air is thick with tension, and I can smell the familiar pungent scent of fear. Leera's antennae twitch nervously as she speaks, her melodic voice strained.

"My contacts just reported in. The Dune Marauders are combing the city, trying to flush you both out. They're working with the Nexus to ensure the Solstice ritual happens."

I feel a surge of rage at the mention of the Marauders. These are the beings responsible for Loelle's crew member's death, for putting Loelle in danger. My hands clench into fists.

Kuran steps forward, his cybernetic eye whirring as it projects a holographic map of Terrax, the droughtlands, and Crimson Ridge onto the cluttered table. The blue light illuminates the worry lines on his face. "We've got a plan," he says, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "It's risky, but it might work."

As he outlines the strategy, I watch Loelle in admiration. Gone is the vulnerable woman from our intimate moments. In her place stands a formidable leader, her eyes sharp as she analyzes every detail of the plan. She offers modifications and alternatives with a confidence that commands respect. This is her element, and her crew responds with a practiced efficiency that speaks of long experience and deep trust.

I find myself impressed by their cohesion and their readiness to take on such a dangerous mission. It's unlike anything I've experienced in the Nexus, where fear and blind obedience were the norm. Here, there's a sense of family, of unity in the face of overwhelming odds. It stirs in me a longing for connection I never knew I had… or needed.

"The plan is solid," Loelle declares, her voice firm and commanding. "But we'll need to split into three teams to maximize our chances."

She turns to the hulking Baelarian. "Zax'r, you'll lead the distraction team. I need you to create chaos in the market district. Use those four arms of yours to their full potential. Make it look like we're trying to escape the city, then meet up with Kuran."

Zax'r nods, a fierce grin spreading across his face. "Consider it done, boss. I'll give them a show they won't forget."

"Kuran," Loelle continues, "you're on tech. I need you to hack into the city's security systems. Blind their cameras, scramble their communications. Make us ghosts in the machine. Then arrange our escape transportation."

The tech expert's cybernetic eye flashes. "Already on it. They won't know what hit them."

"Leera, you're with me and Finzar. We're going straight for the heart of the Nexus." Loelle's gaze meets mine, and I see the fire of determination burning in her eyes. "We'll infiltrate their temple and put an end to this Solstice ritual once and for all. Disrupt and kill any sun scum who get in our way."

I nod, a grim smile playing on my lips. "I know every inch of that place. Every secret passage, every weak point. We'll tear it down from the inside out."

The crew nods, determination etched on their faces. I can feel their energy, their readiness for battle. It's intoxicating.

As dawn breaks, casting long shadows across the cluttered hideout, we make our final preparations. Weapons are checked and double-checked. Comms are synced and tested.

Kuran hands out small, intricate devices to each of us. "Distress beacons," he explains, his cybernetic eye whirring as he exhibits their features. "If things go south, activate it. It'll send your location to the rest of us and jam Nexus communications in your immediate area for about 30 seconds. Should give you a fighting chance to escape or for us to mount a rescue."

I examine the device, noting its crude construction. "How reliable are these?" I ask, skepticism clear in my voice.

Kuran shrugs, a grim smile on his face. "About as reliable as anything cobbled together from black market parts and desperation can be. They're untested in the field, but it's the best I could do on short notice."

I strap the device to my wrist, feeling its negligible weight. It's a small comfort, but the dangerous reality of our mission is that we're going in with limited resources, untested technology, and the very real possibility that help might not come if we're caught.

Loelle gathers us all for a final briefing. "Remember, our primary objective is to stop the Solstice ritual. But if we can take down the Nexus in the process, all the better. Watch each other's backs out there. We're not just a crew—we're family."

Her words hit me hard. Family. It's a thing that was stolen from me. A notion I've never truly understood until now. I look around at these people—Loelle's people—and I realize that I would fight to the death to protect them. For Loelle.

As we prepare to move out, a distant explosion rocks the building. The floor trembles beneath our feet, and dust rains down from the ceiling. Kuran's eye flashes red, scanning rapidly.

"They've found us," he says, his voice tight with alarm. "The Marauders are here. Multiple heat signatures converging on our location."

Loelle's eyes meet mine, a mix of determination and fear in their depths. "Looks like we're starting early," she says grimly. "Everyone, move out. Now."

We rush to our positions, the sound of approaching vehicles growing louder. As we reach the hidden exit at the back of the hideout, I grab Loelle's arm, pulling her close.

"I won't let them hurt you," I growl, my voice low and fierce. "Any of you. I'll tear them apart first."

Loelle's hand cups my face, her touch gentle despite the surrounding chaos. "I know you will," she says softly. "But remember: we do this together. No lone wolf heroics, got it?"

I nod, feeling a warmth spread through my chest at her words. Together. It's a new concept for me, but one I'm quickly coming to cherish.

As we slip out into the early light of dawn, the city around us is in chaos. Sirens wail in the distance, and we can see the glow of fires lighting up the sky. The Marauders haven't been subtle in their search.

We quickly adjust our plans in light of the Marauders' arrival. Zax'r pivots from his original distraction mission to securing a route out of the city. "I'll clear a path through the eastern sector," he growls, all four arms flexing in anticipation.

Kuran nods, his cybernetic eye whirring as he processes the new information. "I'll tap into the city's transport network, commandeer whatever vehicles I can. We'll need something fast and sturdy to get through the droughtlands."

Loelle approves with a quick nod. "Good. You two rendezvous at the spaceport. If anyone's not there in thirty, move out anyway. Don't risk getting caught. We'll see you at Crimson Ridge."

Loelle, Leera, and I move swiftly through the winding streets of Terrax, making our way toward the outskirts where Leera has secured transport. The city is a maze of chaos, with panicked citizens rushing for shelter and the distant sound of Marauder vehicles growing closer.

"The transport's just ahead," Leera whispers, her antennae twitching nervously. "An old sand skimmer and sidecar. It's not much, but it should get us to Crimson Ridge."

As we round the corner to the makeshift garage, my heart sinks. A group of Marauders is already there, ransacking the place. A motley crew consisting of a Huxarian, a Draconian, and two Sorgals. Their savage faces light up with recognition and cruel anticipation as they spot us.

The Draconian Marauder leader steps forward, his scarred face twisted in a cruel grin. "There they are," he barks at his squad. "Take them alive. The Nexus wants the blue one and the human female unharmed."

His eyes lock onto mine, cold and calculating. "You've led us on quite a chase. Time to end this."

I move in front of Loelle and Leera, my body coiled with tension. My eyes scan the Marauders, assessing threats, identifying weaknesses. When I speak, my voice is low and lethal, promising violence.

"Touch them, and I'll tear you apart."

The Marauder leader's eyes narrow as he signals to his men, his voice tight with anticipation of the coming fight.

"Take him down. Now."

As they charge forward, weapons raised, primal energy courses through me. These are the beings who hurt Loelle, who killed Drix. They threaten everything I've come to care about. There will be no mercy.

With a roar of rage, I meet their charge head-on. My fists connect with bone-crushing force, my body moving with deadly precision. I hear the sickening crunch of a Marauder's skull as I slam it against the wall. Another rushes me with a plasmablade, but I sidestep, grabbing his arm and twisting until I hear the snap of breaking bone.

I'm dimly aware of Loelle and Leera joining the fray, their movements fluid and coordinated. Loelle's blaster sings, taking down Marauders with deadly accuracy.

Leera's eyes suddenly glow an eerie, pulsating purple. The air around her shimmers, distorting like a heat haze. With a piercing shriek that sets my teeth on edge, she extends her hands toward the approaching Marauders. Their eyes widen in terror as their bodies convulse violently. Blood trickles from their noses and ears as they collapse, twitching and foaming at the mouth.

I stare in shock, momentarily forgetting the battle around us. This is something I never expected from the quiet Leera. A power both terrifying and awe-inspiring. It obviously takes a lot out of her, as I see her stumble, her face pale and drawn. Blood trickles from her own nose, her eyes unfocused.

Without hesitation, I move to support her, positioning myself to shield her from the remaining Marauders. "Rest," I growl, my eyes scanning for threats. "I've got you covered." Loelle nods approvingly, taking up a defensive stance beside me as we continue to fight, protecting Leera as she recovers from her psychic exertion.

But as we fight, more Marauders pour into the street. We're quickly becoming overwhelmed. Just as I think we might be done for, Loelle shouts, "The skimmer! Now!"

We break away, sprinting toward the sand skimmer. Loelle leaps into the pilot's seat, hands flying over the controls, and Leera jumps on behind her. I find myself unceremoniously crammed into the small sidecar, my knees practically touching my chin. The engine roars to life just as the Marauders reach us.

"Hold on!" Loelle yells. We shoot forward, narrowly missing a hail of blaster fire. The skimmer bursts out of the garage and onto the streets of Terrax, Marauder vehicles in hot pursuit.

Loelle weaves through the city streets with expert precision, pushing the skimmer to its limits. Leera, seated behind her, returns fire, her shots keeping the Marauders at bay.

As we reach the city limits, the vast expanse of the droughtlands opens up before us. "There!" Leera points. In the distance, the jagged silhouette of Crimson Ridge rises from the desert floor. The familiar sight of the Nexus temple looms ahead.

A moment of relative calm allows Loelle and Leera to glance my way. They both burst into giggles at the sight of my large frame squeezed into the tiny sidecar. I puff up my chest, attempting to maintain my dignity. "Focus on the road," I growl, but there's no real heat behind it. Secretly, I'm pleased to see Loelle smile, even if it's at my expense.

As we race across the desert, sand spraying in our wake, I can't shake the feeling that we're heading into something more dangerous than we expected. The Solstice looms, and with it, a confrontation that will change everything.

I watch Loelle, her face set in determined lines as she skillfully maneuvers the skimmer. Despite the danger, despite the uncertainty, I know I made the right choice to leave the Nexus for Loelle.

The sand skimmer speeds toward Crimson Ridge, the Marauders falling behind as we enter more treacherous terrain.

There's no turning back now.