Mikleo 3

“Where are you doing?” she asks him. “I can’t,” he answers shortly, and Nayla can not help but detect the cold and detachment in his tone. “Why?” she asks, hurt. Something inside her chest ache, but this time not out of the heat of passion. Tears are threatening to spill from her eyes, but she holds herself in, not wanting to look so weak right in front of the boy. Nayla waits for his reply, but he simply turns away, giving her his shoulder. He fumbles on is clothes, probably dressed himself back. She has thought that he has changed — that he is not the jerk she first thought he was. Maybe she is wrong. Maybe this all has just been a major mistake. Oh lord, to think that she has almost done it with him. To contemplates in giving him her— No! she thinks in anger. He does not get to walk away from this. He has started this. He might as well finish this. Besides, who says she will ever get a rare chance such as this again. He is a real catch, they both have established that. And Nayla will be a fool to let him just slip by this easily. No, he is not allowed to just leave without another word to her. She will make him pay, by going through with this. She does not care if she is still hurting inside. She pushes that feeling aside and crawled up, reaching out to him. He needs to get out of here before he loses his control, Mikleo tells himself as he is about to leave the bed. A sudden catch at the wrist, and then Mikleo is abruptly pulled back to bed. He lands on his back none so gently. This time, Nayla is the one who is sitting on top of his. A very n***d Nayla. He can not help himself. His eyes sweep across her figure, pausing at certain places for a moment too long than necessary.  Her breasts lay open for his eyes to see, the sizable weight staring down at him, as if silently asking for him to touch them. To grab them. Play with them until the sensitive skin under him turns red and blush. Having those pink tints on each of her pale breasts does not help it either. They look practically lickable. Nayla has a flat stomach and small waist. His eyes dares to trace lower while his heart pounds in his ribcage. Oh lord. Don’t tell him. Oh no. She is be the death of him. The brunette is sitting right under his waist, right at the top of the area where his legs meet. Her core is nicely positioned over his c**k, each lips enveloping around his length, wrapping up around him in all the right places. Mikleo swears, he almost cums just at the sight of her. She is so close, and they are so well connected. All he wants more than anything is to have his pants gone and his erection thrusted up, going so deep into her tight canal that she will scream so loud every time he plants himself balls deep into her wet mount, his head hitting against her deepest, most sensitive spot. Pre-c*m dribbles from his c**k just from the thought, staining the front of his jeans. Nayla does not seem to be paying attention to his poor erection though, twinkling citrine eyes lock into his, trying to fish out every kind of reaction. That is when Mikleo realizes one thing. She looks way hot when she is pissed. “You don’t get to walk away so easily, boy,” she says with a dangerous tone in her lips, mimicking his previous pattern.  There is an unfamiliar throbbing between her legs, begging to be acknowledged. She bucks her hips, and he lets out an audible groan. His body likes this. Likes her. And there is no way he can get away from this. Not while he is not in his right mind, his thoughts polluted with the things she can do to him, and what he can do to her. His imagination runs wild as she sends him another buck at the hips, pressing her core tightly into his still rigid length, separated only by two layers of fabric. Nayla grabs at the front of his shirt, before ripping it apart, causing buttons to lie at every direction. Both of them does not care though, Nayla too focused on her task, while Mikleo too overwhelmed by l**t. She feels so good on him. The girl starts planting wet kisses all over his body, starting from his lips (his lying lips), his neck (hers), nipping at his shoulder blades (also hers as well). She wraps her lips around his n****e, earning herself a sharp intake of breath from the boy. Nayla swirls her tongue around the hardened bud, causing him to shiver and thrust his hips up to meet with her core. When she is already satisfied with her work, she releases her lips, a string of saliva trailing out as she does so, before proceeding to the other side, leaving the same perfectly sensitive and red n****e. The brunette then starts trailing down kissing down his pecs, each time sinking lower until she meets dangerously at the band of his pants. Nayla’s hands reach out to his belt, starting to undo the object, before he desperately grabs her wrist to stop her, his breath hitching, betraying his mind. “No, you can’t,” he muster huskily. “But I want to, Mikleo. You’re mine,” she says a matter of factly. All of the strength he has gathered disappears right at that moment. You’re mine. He is hers. His c**k tightens. It sounds like he has just praised him, even though he knows she isn’t. She is simply stating her claim on his. Yet, Mikleo finds himself not hating the thought. The opposite, in fact. He likes it so much, he almost cums in his pants. Lucking, Nayla is too impatient enough that it does not take her long to removes the buckles and unzips his pants. Nayla pushes his pants down, and Mikleo raises his hips in order to help her. She removes the offending object, throwing it off to the ground. She goes for his underwear next, but his c**k looks practically ready to burst out. The girl is not going to just simply gives him what he wants though, no matter how desperate he has become now. No, she is going to play with him a little bit. With a positively devilish smile, Nayla uses her index finger to further teases him, sliding it up and down over his erection. No! If she does this, he is going to— Too late. He is too excited. HIs load shoots out in underwear, soaking the thin material that is separating himself from her. Nayla starts at this excess liquid and the mess he has made on himself. She honestly thought that he would have lasted longer than this. It seems like she is better than she thinks. Or he is just too easily to please. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at yourself, Mikleo.” She lifts the band and wraps a hand around his length, which is surprisingly still half flaccid after all that, rubbing around him just enough to scoop out some of his semen. “Such a naughty boy.” She shows the proof to him. “How are you going to put it inside me now?” she asks, before starting to remove his underwear entirely. Nayla slowly lowers her gaze to his swollen appendage. His head is swollen and glistening with pearly drops of liquid. Now that they are both completely n***d, Nayla is ready to be filled up by him. Both of their breathing has turned heavy at this point, and their brains are too muddled to think of anything else of coupling. She has to have him inside her now. Core aching to be filled, Nayla crawls to his lap until she positions her entrance to his c**k again. She runs her p***y lips across his length until he is solid hard again. Mikleo throws his head back, fingers clenching into the bedsheets as heat overwhelms them both. His c**k stands proud and erect this time. That is when Nayla lifts herself and lowers her body down to meet him, her juice stained cunt parted around his head, impaling herself with him. Nayal can not help but let out a shrilling scream of pleasure as he enters her tight passage. No one has ever ventured to this most intimate area of her body before, but she is glad that she is giving away her first time to someone like him.  The sound of slick wetness being rubbed echoes through the room. Mikleo watches himself disappearing into her intimate flesh inch by inch. Nayla lowers herself down little by little until her hips hit his pelvis, unable to go on anymore. Every inch of his length is now inside her, and she clenches so hard around him that he is so close to his second undoing. Yes. This is what she has been waiting for. All of that touching and teasing. It is not wrong for her to want to take this from him. He owes her at least this much. He feels so great inside of her. Nayla never thought much about s*x before. Revenge got in the way of her thinking about this kind of trivial thing. But now that she has accomplished her target, she has nothing but time to kill. Having Mikleo filling her up so good is so electrifying, it almost kills her. He is so big and massive, she fears for a second that he might tear her up. But with the way his size suspensefully stretch her up, there is no guarantee that will stop her if she wants to turn this coupling into a violent mating. Her inside aches, itching for the delicious friction she knows she will earn if she just moves her hips. But at the same time, his length is impaling her so deeply that she is not sure if she can move, even if she wants to.  Their lips connect, searching for each other hungrily as his length connects with her lower lips in sync. His palm goes down to reach her a*s, cupping her roundness, before lifting her up, driving her closer to him. He lungs forward and latches onto one red bud, suckling on it roughly. She moans and presses herself against the growing bulge she can feel beneath her right thigh. She cums around him in delicious waves of o****m, and he shoots his seeds into her, marking her as his. It takes them several more orgasms to finally call it quiet and get some rest. But even once they wake up, they make love like bunnies. It seems like all of that pent up frustrations and angry exchanges are finally catching on to both of them. . . . . . Day 1 Covered up with each others (in more ways than one), the two young couples finally manage to find time to start a conversation after days of nothing but debauchery and acting on their l**t. “So, what now?” Nayla asks. “Are you still planning to leave?” Mikleo asks back. “Well, I didn’t really have something to stay for in the capital anymore,” she says. “And how about now?” he questions “I don’t know? Do I?” she asks, silently requesting his confirmation. Does he wants her to stay? “Will you stay for me?” “I’m not sure. I really miss my father. I haven’t seen him in a while.” “You can write to him.” “That’s actually a good idea.” Though she gotta find out how she can get the letter to be delivered beforehand. Maybe she’ll talk to Alisha, if she permits. Speaking of her. “Do you know why everyone’s seems to be avoiding me?” she asks. “They are?” He genuinely sounds as clueless about this as she is. “Yeah. Haven’t been holding on a conversation to any of them other than short pleasantries.” But even then, they seem so rushed, as if they can’t wait to get away from her as soon as possible. “I haven no idea, but I can ask them.” “Okay, enough about the others. Let’s talk about us. What are we? Are we going out now?” “Well, if that’s what you want. I’m cool with anything, as long as you promise not to leave again.” Then he adds on after a bit, “And try to listen to others when they give you advice, for once in a while.” That one earns a chuckle from the girl. Nayla can be rather hard headed when she is upset, and that is when she tends to act on her own. “Alright, I’m willing to compromise.” “Compromise?” His voice raises a few octaves, eyebrows arching at her in slight annoyance. She giggles again. “I’m serious!” “Okay, I promise to not be so careless next time,” Nayla finally says. “And don’t put yourself in dangerous situations anymore. Call for help if you must. Travel with someone else when you go to uncharted territories.” “Yes, Dad,” she responds teasingly. “Dad?” he looks at me critically. “I’ll show you not to insult me.” Suddenly, he leans in to kiss her. Nayla is too busy laughing at him to notice his advances sooner. His mouth devours her and his tongue dominates hers. Nayla becomes lost in the kiss, and soon enough she even forgets what it is that gets her to giggle in the first place. She makes a sharp intake of breath when he finally releases her, having sucked out all the air from her lungs in the most gratifying manner. “Are you going to make fun me again now?” He asks her with a victorious smile plastered on his pink lips. It makes her heart beats faster eying the way his mouth curves wickedly. “I-i—” Her voice comes out sore. Was her throat really this dry before? She missed to notice. Not trusting her own voice anymore, she ends up shaking her head. “Good. Now, where were we? Oh right, the part where you becomes my girlfriend.” . . . . . Day 2 They are finally going to a date for real this time. No more missions. No more rushing. No more acting — not that they were involving that much acting in the first place. Now that they are officially dating, Mikleo holds her hand almost all the time, as if secretly afraid that she might be gone any minute now. Nayla assures him that she isn’t, but they never know. The way he is always so protective around her is amusing not just the girlfriend herself, but also their friends. Mikleo does not really like to crowds, so they usually visit places that gives more privacy. His words, not hers. But Nayla has a suspicion that it is more than just that. She might have a theory that he is secretly a p*****t, and that he just wants to get some alone time with her, just so that he can touch her in places without worrying about being caught on the act by others. Their friends have been more than ecstatic when they find out. It is like the days of being secluded were just bygones — not that Nayla really minds. She is just plain happy that things are starting to go back to normal again. They won’t stop teasing them about it. “Mikleo and Nayla, sitting in the tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g!” Edna says in a sing-a-song tone. “First comes love, then comes marriage. Then comes baby in the baby carriag—” Mikleo pulls her out of the way before any of them can finish the song. The whole thing is too amusing to watch, though she can not help but blush in embarrassment also, more so when the mention of marriage and baby start to get involved. If someone had told her that she would end up dating the guy, Nayla would have screamed, “Heck no!” to their face. But here she is, lying down over a vast of grass just next to Mikleo, both staring up at the blue sky, exchanging conversation like civilized couples. They don’t talk about anything important, just basic things about themselves, trying to get to know one another better. Over time, Mikleo eventually recalls the little brunette girl with golden eyes that used to play with him in his village. It turns out that Nayla’s mother, Jade, is a seraph, and the woman used to take her to visit Elysia back when the girl was a toddler. Even though she was fairly too young to remember much, but thanks to the power of the circlet, Nayla was able to remember them. Two childhood friends, reuniting again at last. Their encounter was meant to be. . . . . . Day 3 “Mikleo the Enforcer?” The boy can tell that Nayla is trying really hard not to laugh, but she does anyway. But how can she not? The meaning of his name sounds so regal, it is positively ridiculous. “What’s so funny about it?” he arches an eyebrow in annoyance, and it only fuels her up into a giggle fit. “Nothing,” Nayla tries to regain some control of herself and wipe off a roll of tear from her eyes. “Like you can do any better. Besides, it was my mother who named me. It’s not like I have anything to do with it.” “Then your mom is a good judge of character. I see why you act so high and mighty often times.” “And how about yours?” “My mom? She’s a great cook and a heck lot of patient. She bakes delicious apple pies every other week.” “I wish I can remember mine,” he says despondently, and suddenly the atmosphere starts to turn heavy. “Why don’t you?” she gingerly asks. “I used to be a human,” the boy admits, “but my memories were gone when I got turned into a Seraph.” “Oh, that’s too bad. That you can’t remember her, that is.” “I was dying though, so it was not like my mother had any other choice.” “What happened?” “My uncle used be as a sacrifice for a ritual. My mom tried to stop him, but she couldn’t do anything.” “You died?” Nayla exclaims in shock. “Yeah, but I was brought back to life by Zenrus. He is the elder and protector of Elysia, by the way. He also raised Sorey and I,” he explains. “However, I do have something,” he smiles in the distance, deep in thoughts. “I only got a few glimpses of the past. It was mostly hazy, but Gramps showed me this puppet skits that she made for me, and it sparked up some emotional connections within me. I couldn’t remember how she looked like, but it did recall the warmthness I felt whenever I think of her.” “Do you ever miss your mum?” she asks. “Sometimes.” He licks his lips. “Even though I can’t remember her, I’ve always been wondering about her. Something deep inside me always knows that my parents must have existed, even though I can’t even recall their faces.” “Do you know what happened to them? Are they still alive?” “It happened a while back ago, so I don’t think so.” “That’s sad. I’m sorry,” she starts. “Don’t be. I have Sorey and Gramps, and they are my next of kin. And now, I also have you.” His statement makes her face red like a tomato. It’s so cheesy, but she can not help but react to it. Besides, it is not like the usual him to say things like that, especially to her. Somehow, it makes her feel special. “Oh you,” she pushes at his chest shyly. Mikleo's grins only widen, and . . . Oh boy. She’s a gonner. How did she able to nail a guy like him, anyway? When they first met, she certainly was not looking at him with through prospect. . . . . . Day 4 “Enjoying the view?” Mikleo asks wickedly, distracting her from her train of thoughts. They are both in his room, and he has striped down to nothing. Nayla snaps her eyes up to his, a witty retort on the tip of her tongue, but swallows it at the fire she finds burning in his eyes. “Yes, I am,” she whispers, gently taking his length in her hand, amazed by the smoothness of it. Mikleo attacks her lips again and wraps his hands around her waist to lift her up and over his erect shaft. “Guide it in,” he murmurs against her lips. Nayla does as she is told and slowly lowers herself onto him. They both sigh as she settles down onto him all the way, a feeling of fulfillment surrounding them both. Draco helps her find a rhythm and soon she can feel the heat growing in the pit of her stomach. Every time she have s*x with him, his touch gets better and better. Every thrust, every brush is amplified and it all feels . . . right. This is where she belongs, she can finally realize; this is where she needs to be. “Nayla, love… I'm not sure I can last,” he voice is barely a whisper. She pulls her lips away from his when he starts to speak and looks down into his face. Never has she seen Mikleo so open and full of passionate emotions. His hand wanders in between their frantically moving bodies and brushes against her tender nub, sending her spiraling into the sweat abyss, his name on her lips. “Mikleo!” she screams out as her world explodes. “Ah!” he shouts, kissing her frantically and holding onto as he pumps his essence into her clenching depths. The two heaving lovers cling to one another while their world rights itself. Mikleo gently brushes her errant curls away from her face and trails kisses across her cheek and nose. Nayla gently strokes the hair that is curling at the nape of his neck. He feels a tingle run down his spine to settle in his lower region. Surprised, he glances down to find himself hardening once again. “Is that normal?” Nayla asks in a nervous voice. “Uh, no. But then, I’ve never done anything like this before," he admits in a husky voice, his hand trailing down to brush the curls resting between her legs yet again. This is where they both belong. As they hold into one another, desperate for each other, they know that nothing can separate them both. Nayla can not remember since the last time she is this emotionally and physically dependant on someone. She has never had a lover before, but the girl has to admit that having one has improved a lot of aspects in her life. It is nice to live without having to be so driven for vengeance anymore. Her mind and body feels lighter, cleansed from darkness. She actually has something nice to look forward to, like spending her days with Mikleo. It does not matter whether they are out in the field taking nice long walks, snuggled up around each other cozily in his room or hers, or even out practicing new skills for her elemental magic. There is always something to do, and the two of them never get bored of each other’s company. Mikleo’s stern and assertive personality challenges the obstinate and willful Nayla, pushing her to work more and match up to him. They are starting to get along little by little, even though some days things do not go without a little bit of hiccups here and there. It is a good co-dependent relationship. What started out as a bitter-rivalry relationship can turn into such a beautiful blooming romance. The g**g knows it. There is only a thin line between love and hate, and it is merely a matter of time before things get serious. . . . . . Day 5 “No, no, no, you’re doing it wrong. See, you need to wave your arms more,” Mikleo tells his girlfriend, showing the series of movement one more time to help her achieve their new technique. He is currently teaching her several defensive water waves at one of the castle’s  training field. Nayla tries to diligently copies his hand movements, but unlike Mikleo with his staff, her weapon is simply too heavy to be carried at the same time. She fails yet again for the numerous time that day, and the brunette stomps her giant sword into the ground in frustration. It is a real wonder how a tiny body like her can wield it in the first place, but the seraphs say that it might have something to do with who she inherited it from. The girl recalls when she produced and used the weapon for the first time. It did not feel as onerous as it is today. Mikleo tries to be encouraging. “Come on, I know you can do it—” “Then you wield it!” she snaps tiredly, swiping a trail of sweat from her forehead. A thin line is form on his lips, holding back a retort. “I think we should take a break for today,” he settles with instead. He leaves without turning back. She hates it when he does that. Her heart feels heavier than when she is trying to lift the dang thing. They just got together. She does not want this to be their first fight as a couple; over some stupid practise! “No, wait,” she calls out to him, and he stop in his tracks. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I was just so tired and frustrated.” Mikleo sends her a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I can tell. It’s no big deal,” he tells her through stained tone, though Nayla still feels like there is something he is not telling her. She takes three long strides towards him and places a gentle kiss on his lips, one that he eventually returns at. When they lean back, her citrine eyes stare into his violet ones intensely. “Am I really forgiven?” she asks, looking up to him with her big eyes. A smile start to spread across his features, turning so bedazzling that just the mere sight of it causes her heart rate to pick up real fast. “Yes,” his voice is now soft and sensual, and Nayla can feel something within her tingling pleasantly. “You are certainly forgiven.” He grabs her hand and entwined his fingers around hers, does not even show the slightest bit of reluctance despite her being covered in sweat and all. “We should get something to eat. It’s almost dinner time already.” “But it’s not in another two hours,” she says. “We can get some refreshments first. Then some showers. After that, we can join the others in the dining room.” “Sounds like a great plan.” . . . . . While the two new lovers are busy getting acquainted with one another in their blissful love, others are having a plot in the making. The Seraph squad has been investigating the leak of information, and so far has managed to track down loose loops. The majority of them believes that something bigger is at play here, and decides to each do their own separate inquisitions. Alisha and Maltran are busy handling paperwork and other royal duties, while at the same time trying to get information through their subordinates. Sorey and Lailah are off to patrolling around the city. Rose is going to her merchant gathering, with Dezel accompanying her at times, leaving Edna and Zaveid to do some legwork of their own. Aside from inquiring about the leak information, the team has also learned that the Omniseraph that they have been looking for has been found after all. They still have not tell her yet, but Nayla is not who she thought she is. They have first learned this piece of information when Edna overheard Mikleo muttering in his sleep during the first night of the incident, when fever was running high on his body, rendering him to be bedridden for the first couple of nights that follows afterwards. Edna then shared her discovery to the other during their short meeting, in which Nayla was not included for since the girl was nowhere to be found back then. Plus, they were not sure how they can confront her about that. The reason why this case is so important is because their team has been looking for the Omniseraph for quite a long time. The last one that the seraph community is aware of has been off the grid for almost two decades, disappearing without a trace. Though there were some rumors that the last Omniseraph known had a child, they still did not know where to begin looking for this person, especially when they knew next to nothing about the child. They had suspected that the child would have been around their age by far, though they still did not even know then gender of the child, though they were still hopefully that he or she will have some resemblance to the previous Omniseraph, who were known to have onyx black hair and golden brown eyes.