On A Wing And A Prayer [Nakaka 1]

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

Hron walked into the main room looking around. Hearing Dak whistle, Hron couldn’t help but grunt.

“This place is amazing.” Peth gasped, looking all around.

The large open room was amazing with white large wingback chairs and plush couches strategically placed all around. Landscape art was hung all around the room. To the right were double doors and to the left was a double staircase with a golden railing and enhancements.

“Unfucking real.” Groth muttered.

Hearing his name called, Hron looked up and noticed Sern standing at the top of the stairs quickly making his way down to them. “Hey, Sern, how are things with the clutch?”

Sighing, Sern replied, “Not great. Everyone is so afraid, we can’t really get them to talk. We’re hoping your appearance will help bring them out of their rooms.”

“I was afraid that might happen. Did you make sure everyone knows to meet in the main room by two thirty?” Hron asked.

Nodding, Sern replied, “Yes, Caliph.”

“Why don’t you show us around. This place is f*****g huge.” Hron said with a shake of his head.

Sern pointed to the stairs, saying, “The living quarters are all located up those stairs and to the left. Caliph, yours are on the third level. I figured you would like your inner circle close, so their quarters are along the same level as well. You have two offices. One connected to your rooms and the other is on this level back near the courtyards.”

“Courtyards? How do you have courtyards in an underground clutch?” Dak asked.

Sern snorted, “You won’t believe all this place has. Whoever created this living area for the clutch was a genius. There is a large dome that covers the courtyard area and is operated by a switch that opens and closes the top. If it is closed, it blends in with the natural scenery of the island itself and when opened, it looks like a large valley with wild flowers and trees.”

“Amazing.” Dak whispered.

Nodding, Sern replied, “Yes, it is. Almost as amazing as all this clutch home has to offer.”

“What do you mean?” Hron asked, following the guard through the double doors to his right that they had seen when first arriving.

“In this case it is a ‘seeing is believing’ kind of thing.” Sern muttered, sliding a card along a strip and walking through another set of doors.

Hron and his friends all gasped, saying, “Holy s**t!” at the same time.

“Like I said, seeing is believing.” Sern muttered.

Hron looked around and was absolutely gobsmacked. Different eateries were scattered throughout the area. Steak house, hamburger joints, a coffee shop, a bar and lounge… hell, it even had a dance club. Walking further into the room, Hron noticed they had a small grocery store as well. “It’s like a small town. What the hell?”

Sern handed Hron, Dak, Groth, and Peth a dark card. Looking at it, Hron noticed that his card had emerald green dragon wings like his own Nakaka wings. Looking at his friends he noticed all of them had a similar card, but each had the logo of their own style of wings that matched in color of their Nakaka.

Nakaka… or gargoyles, were the most beautiful race of paranormal creatures as far as Hron was concerned. Sure he was biased, but then again, he didn’t care. Each of them had the body of a man, their faces varied from demon like to humanoid, some had horns, others did not. They each had a tail, whether it be lion like, scorpion like, even dog like and so on. Some had sharp tips, some fluffy, some long and blunt shaped like a snake and such. All Nakaka tails have glands used for different reasons. Some had more glands than others, but all had at least two. One was for intercourse. The Nakaka would introduce their tail into their s*x partner and then ooze out a thick analgesic gel. This gel would assist in stretching and making the coupling as pain free as possible for the stretching of their partner. The numbing effect only lasted for a couple of minutes, but the slick allowed their c**k to slide in and out of their s****l partner with ease, making the experience wonderful for both parties involved. The other gland was the mating gland. When this gland was activated, it allowed a slick syrup like substance to be released and activate a mating. It had not been done in over two hundred years. Some Nakaka had other glands, for example, Hron had two connected to the end of his scorpion style tail. It allowed him to use the stinger tip to emit a poison that could paralyze and one that could kill.

Then there were the Nakaka wings. All of them had wings. What type had to do with what spirit the gods used to mix with the Vulcanic rock. It was their wings that also helped distinguish who they were in rank. Like Hron, his were those of a dragon. Having brilliant emerald green wings with a thirty-foot wingspan made for an impressive, if not intimidating figure when in battle.

Groth, his second in command known as a regent, had wings of an eagle, giving him great speed and accuracy in the air. Dak’s were those of a dragonfly which made him one hell of a sight when in flight. The things the guy could do while flying were amazing, and if Hron was honest with himself, a bit envious. Peth’s… now his wings were really interesting. Peth’s wings were attached to his sides instead of his back like the rest of them. His wings were that of a Draco and when spread wide he could not just fly, Peth could glide. It might be slower than Hron, Dak, and Groth, but it was also stealthy and allowed for him to come up on a sneak attack, because there was no sound of flapping wings.

Sern cleared his throat, bringing Hron back to the present. Looking at the card once more he asked, “What is this for?”

“The old Caliph had a credit system as clutches normally do, however, Chantal did not. If he wanted something, he took it. He treated the people here no better than slaves. Nas and I got with Aum and he assisted us in creating new cards. The ancient ones are going to use the credits on Chantal’s account to distribute as restitution to our brethren. It will be up to you to decide how we proceed from here on to make this clutch self-sufficient.”

“Agreed, and I do believe my inner circle has come up with a very good plan on how to do this.

Now all we need to do, is get our clutch here to learn and believe we are not Chantal.” Hron muttered.

Sighing, Sern replied, “I don’t know how we can do that if we can’t get anyone here to even come out of their rooms, Caliph Hron. Nas, Throg, and I have tried many times already.”

“You could release the prisoners.” A soft tentative voice said from behind them.

Turning, Hron saw a very nervous Nakaka partially standing behind the door to the entrance of the room. He was small compared to Hron’s own six foot eight. He might be five-five to five-six at most and couldn’t weigh more than one ten soaking wet. The man was in serious need of food.

“What is your name little one?” Hron asked softly, not wanting to scare the man any more than he already was.

Hron noticed him swallow hard and his Persian green wings fluttered in a way that told Hron this man was not just nervous… he was terrified. “We will not harm you little one. Your days of tyranny are over, this I promise.”

The man licked his lips, and said so softly that even with his increased hearing abilities Hron had to strain to hear the Nakaka before him, “My name is Nug. I… I’m… I was th… the house man… manager.”

Giving Nug a soft smile, Hron took a tentative step forward. “I am Caliph Hron and these are my friends and inner circle. We are here to help you and all Nakaka that live here in any way we can.

Maybe you can help us do that?”

Nug looked behind him and Hron noticed many other Nakaka were inside the small enclosure from the entrance of the clutch to the entrance of the business section of the clutch.

Hron walked closer to Nug, doing his best not to scare the poor Nakaka away. “You said something about prisoners. Please explain.”

Nug looked surprised. Whether it was because Hron had seemed confused about the request, or the fact that he had said please, Hron didn’t know. Nug swallowed hard once more, softly saying,

“If… If you are not like Caliph Chantal and his… well friends, then why have you not released those he has in the dungeons?”

Hron turned to Sern, “What is Nug talking about? Surely you and the other ancient guards have done this already?”

Sern looked baffled, “I don’t know anything about any prisoners, Caliph. We were instructed to come and see what had happened to Caliph Tamale. When he attacked us and we were forced to defend ourselves, things were just rather quick paced, and considering none of this clutch would talk to us, how were Throg, Nas and I to know about prisoners?”

Holding up his hand to stop the ancient guard from speaking further, Hron said, “I understand and it’s alright. Where is Nas now?”

“He is on the island above. Vis asked us to do a perimeter check and see where there might be breaches he will have to secure when he gets here.”

Vis was one of the best in security for the Nakaka. It was one of the reasons Hron had asked the man to join him and his friends on this journey. The Nakaka he would be ruling over would need to feel secure in their home after all that had happened here and Vis was the man that could provide that security.

Turning to Nug, Hron asked, “Would you be willing to take us to the dungeons?”

Nug nibbled on his bottom lip with one of his sharp fangs before nodding.

Turning to Groth, “Go with Peth and gather his medical supplies. I have a feeling we are going to need them. Sern, Dak, and I will go with Nug and release them from their prison.”

Peth and Groth made their way out of the business area and upon entering the front foyer, Hron noticed how the Nakaka scattered in fear. Sighing heavily, Hron said, “Please, show us the way Nug.”

Nug quickly scurried to his left. Hron, Sern, and Dak followed. Wanting to see if he could get the small Nakaka to tell him some things about this clutch, Hron asked, “How many men are being held in the dungeon?”

Not slowing down, Nug replied, “I’m not sure. I know my friend Spencer was taken not too long after Petree, and right before your men came and took away Caliph Chantal, one of the cell guards came up missing. I heard rumors that Caliph Chantal had some human slaves there as well, but I couldn’t tell you if that is true or not.”

“So there may be two humans and three Nakaka or more?” Dak asked.

Shaking his head, Nug replied, “No, Spencer is a sloth shifter and Abe is a cat shifter, I think.

I’ve never gotten close enough to smell for sure, or determine what kind if he is one.”

Two things happened the second the doors to the dungeon opened. The sounds of multiple men shouting for Petree filled the room and the horrendous smell of urine, feces, and mildew filled Hron’s senses making him gag and damn near puke. There was no way he could speak with the nauseating scents filling this f*****g hell room.

“Petree, damn it! Answer me sweetness!” A deep panic-ridden voice shouted.

Looking around, Hron saw a ring of keys hanging on the wall. Sern noticed them at the same time and grabbed them. Knowing he had to pull his head out of his ass and start being the Caliph he was brought in to be, Hron ignored the smells around him and called out, “Hello. Who is down here?”

Immediately the room became silent.

“My name is Hron. I am the new Caliph of this clutch and I am here to help.”

“Then help Petree. He… please… he needs help.”

Hron recognized it as the man calling out the loudest when he had arrived.

Sern quickly opened the door to the man who spoke. Hron stepped forward. The man before him stood a little over six feet. His hair was short, black with orange tips and his eyes were an unusual yellow. He looked Hron in the eyes and Hron could feel the strength even if the man smelled of filth. “I am Caliph Hron.”

“I am Abe Videl. Nestle guard for Caliph Tamale.”

Hron nodded and stepped aside, “Are you well enough to help us help those in this room?”

Nodding, Abe stepped towards him, saying, “I have only been down here about ten days. Unlike the others.”

“Go help Petree, Abe. We can wait.”

Sern didn’t wait as he rushed to the door that the yelling had come from. Abe however turned the opposite way and started banging on the locked door, shouting, “Petree! Petree come on sweetness, talk to me.”

When no one called out, Abe turned to Hron, “You have to open this door. Petree needs help.”

Hearing the fear in the man’s voice, Hron shouted, “Sern, open this door now.”

Sern rushed to the door Hron indicated and quickly unlocked and pushed it open, Abe gasping,

“By the gods!”

Hron pushed past the ancient’s guard and rushed into the room alongside Abe. Hron couldn’t believe what he was seeing. A Nakaka sat with his back to the far wall and a decanter lying by his side. His head was down and his breathing was so shallow and slow Hron almost thought him dead.

Abe seemed frozen in his spot, so Hron rushed to the small creature and lifted his head, softly calling out to the Nakaka. “Petree, you are safe.”

Ignoring the nauseating smells around him as best he could, Hron tried to assess the Nakaka’s injuries, but there were so many slices and oozing slits Hron had no idea where to touch the man

to help him. As gently as he could, Hron laid the Nakaka on his back, whispering, “Come on little one. You need to open your eyes so that you know you’re safe.”

Petree groaned and struggled. “That’s it little one. Open your eyes for me.”

Turning and seeing Abe along with four other men he did not know standing in the room, a few with tears in their eyes, Hron looked back down at Petree, “You must open your eyes, little one.

You have many standing here fearful that you never will. Open your eyes and put your friends at ease.”

Abe rasped, “Please open your eyes, Petree. Chad came through. Open your eyes and see we are free.”

Petree once again struggled and finally did as Hron and Abe requested.

Hron gasped as he looked into the most beautiful lightest purple eyes he had ever seen. Hron felt a spark light within his heart and spread throughout his body like a sparkler from the Fourth of July. It flowed until it centered on his c**k and there was no way in hell Hron could stop himself from ejaculating in his Gladiator skirt. He felt his eyes flicker to an infrared then back to normal like a flash from a camera and he knew at that moment, the man lying on the ground before him, dying, was his Viata.