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Nuhurus and Veloris	By : Yeliah Category: +S through Z > Starcraft Views: 2676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own StarCraft or the Protoss, Nerazim or Khalai. Sadface. I do however, own the characters involved in the story. I am not making any money off this story, either. It is made entirely for nonprofit entertainment purposes.

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Almost 400 Years Ago

Veloris didn't really like the Dark Templar. No Khalai who was not around them all the time truly did, unless a close friend or relative worked with them. The old animosities and wariness still existed, even after all the events and an entire century that pushed them together. The Dark Templar—Nerazim, she had to remind herself, they called themselves Nerazim—were just too enigmatic, too frightening, too wrapped up in all that they were doing and too individualistic to make their Khalai brethren actually want to be around them.

Though she knew better from stories and other people's memories, Veloris always viewed the Nerazim as a cold, distant people who could freeze someone solid with a stare. Person-sized black holes.

The male staring down at her was anything but.

Forced to work together with a few scientists of their people, they had ended the day heading out to relax together at a community pool and garden. To their immense surprise, three out of the five Nerazim agreed.

Veloris couldn't see this male's face other than the gleaming green eyes that glowed from the blank white mask staring down at her. He hadn't taken his armor off the entire time they had been working, and now he had her trapped outside on a balcony she was wishing she could at least see his face. The eyes were filled to the brim with burning passion, and the lack of facial features to go with that only added to the intense emotion.

Excuse me, she said finally, and nudged him mentally.

He didn't move and she was forced to reconsider her position. She was getting a mite nervous now. The cold, closed-off mind wouldn't have bothered her so much if she had been able to at least see his face. Most Khalai were physically stoic, leaving it up to the Khala to portray what they were feeling. The individualistic Nerazim had no such connection and preferred to keep it that way, so what they were feeling manifested on the outside.

And Veloris could not tell what he was thinking, because of his all-encompassing armor and mask. It was disconcerting.

Excuse me, she said again, dumbly, not quite sure what else to do. She felt her coworkers and friends in the other room brush her mind along the Khala in concern. Already one of them were coming to see what was going on.

She welcomed the intrusion, but there was something in his eyes that stopped her from accepting their help. The gleam there was predatory, but not threatening.

He moved suddenly, taking a step forward, and his voice washed into her mind. It was deep and calm with an undercurrent of something burning wildly, like rapids under a still pool. It is I who must ask to be excused, Veloris. I am in the wrong, not you.

Well then, excuse you. Do you mind standing aside so I may rejoin my coworkers?

He tilted his head. The slits that made his eyes narrowed, and suddenly, she realized he was smiling. I do mind. I wish to... talk to you.

Veloris blinked, mentally waving away the telepathic offer of her friends to rescue her from this strange male. Why did you not say this before? Do your kind like making us nervous? It would explain a lot about you.

Abruptly his shoulders hunched and mirth poured from him. No, indeed! Our mannerisms are not something we can help, and if they frighten you I apologize.

She raised her chin, displaying confidence she did not feel. He was staring at her with that burning hunger in his eyes even though he was laughing, and was still blocking the way back in. She still felt nervous, but there was something under that, too. Something that burned in tune with his eyes.

Disquieted, Veloris shifted her weight and he continued to watch her, captivated by the movement.

Well—what did you want to talk to me about?

Nothing in particular. He allowed a mental shrug. I simply wanted to talk with you.

Yes, but about what?

Does it matter?

Veloris glared at him. He let another ripple of amusement flow over her. You—You are irritating!

Yes... unfortunately so. But you are enjoying it, are you not? A sudden smooth step forward, and he was invading her personal space. Veloris' eyes snapped open wide and her body tensed. Heat clenched her hearts and spread from there, moving downwards to her abdomen. Her head felt fuzzy as he lifted one hand, the armored digits sliding gently over her cheekbone. The touch sent waves of... something through her.

H-How could, she scrambled to make sense of her own thoughts. How could I enjoy such a thing when you are being so—so—

So...? A finger rested on her chin.

S-So... irritating.

He smiled at her. We have already established that.

Well, then— her mind went temporarily blank, because he was gently stroking a single nerve-cord that fell over her shoulder. The sensation of his cool, metal-covered digit sliding over the skin-covered nerve sent shocks of pleasure and... well, shock ringing through her brain.

Pleasure because of obvious reasons, and shock because the touching of one's cords was a very, very significant motion. People did not touch one another's cords unless it was a someone comforting a relative, for a Nerazim Severance ritual... or for intimacy.

Veloris was not a child, was certainly not going to Sever herself, and was just as certainly not happy that he was invading her personal space.

Stop that.

Why?

Because I do not like it.

Then why have you not moved away?

She blinked. Turning her head, she realized that she had a good six feet behind her before she met the balcony railing and could have very well backed up when he came for her. I-I...

Allow me to explain why. You have not moved away because you are enjoying the attention. I must say, this is preferable to you ignoring me. He used the opportunity presented to slip his hand amongst the roots of her other cords, very gently bunching them in his fist. The sensation slammed into the back of her skull and she leaned into the caress, her mind exuding liquid pleasure. He leaned down, placing his helmeted forehead against hers.

Ig...noring you? Veloris was swaying dangerously. He brought a hand up to the small of her back to steady her.

Indeed. I have been attempting to capture your attention for some time now.

I-I didn't... realize.

I can see that. Do you realize it now?

She didn't answer. The blazing green of his eyes filled her vision. She made as if to pull away, and he stepped with her, drawing her away from the bright opening to the inside. Once shrouded in the darkness of the night, he seemed to fade, though his grip upon her was firm.

Don't do that.

He glanced down at her. What would you have me not do?

That... disappearing thing.

Immediately he came back into visible existence, his humor touching her mind once more. My apologies, Veloris. She started upon hearing her name on his mind. It comes naturally to us.

Of course he knew her name; she knew his name too, or she would if she could get her fuzzy mind to work. He pushed her back into the cool metal that made the outside of the building. The leaves and curls of vines brushed her skin and from her new view they seemed to reach into the night sky, framing his bemasked face.

He released her nerve-cords, his fingers sliding over their lengths as he slowly drew his hand away. The other moved to rest upon her hip. Veloris shuddered, watching mesmerized as the hand that had released her moved down to between his own legs. A few manipulations of his fingers and the safety catches snapped off.

He dropped the metal codpiece. She barely heard it hit the balcony, because her eyes were locked on the bulging cloth that pushed out from the hole made by the removal of his armor. He shifted that aside with some difficulty, allowing his large member to spring proudly out and stand erect in the warm night air.

The heat in Veloris' chest and lower abdomen suddenly blossomed into a burning sensation between her legs. She gasped sharply into his mind and grabbed his shoulders as his free hand hiked up her loose lower clothing, his cool metal-encased fingers causing her skin to ripple in shock and pleasure along her upper thigh.

Veloris' hearts pounded wildly in her chest. The Nerazim's hand reached the top of her thigh, hesitated, then slid inwards.

The cold of his digits against her burning lips sent a shudder through her body. Her back arched, involuntarily pressing his fingers further into her core. They slipped against her flesh.

I, she gasped, and he abruptly paused, listening. I don... I don't...

Tell me to stop, he said softly, the his voice thick and liquid with desire. Veloris was caught up in the passion under his words, which only added to her own. Tell me to stop; say “no,” and I will go no further.

She stared at him. He met her eyes with his own powerful emerald gaze.

Silence.

His finger pressed farther into the silken folds of her nether regions and Veloris cried out, clinging to the front of his armor. One leg lifted as if it had a mind of its own, allowing his hand more room. He tucked it under one arm, the cold armor a shock to her bare skin, and curled his hand under her buttocks while the other anchored on her hip. Pushed together by the resulting position, his erection nudged her abdomen. She snapped her head down to stare at it. It looked like a fairly normal erection, not the wildly-imagined thing she had conjured up; the thing of spines and... and whatever else she thought it would be.

Gods, he murmured, slipping his finger back and forth along her lips. You are ready.

Veloris only then realized that she was wet, dripping wet, the part of her pulled-aside loincloth that still touched her soaking with her inner fluids. She was wet, she was aroused by what he was doing. Oh gods—and then he pushed his finger to the first knuckle inside her vagina. Any residue of shame went out the window and her eyes shot open wide again.

Push down, he instructed. She snapped her wild eyes to his burning gaze once more. Show me how much you enjoy this.

If she were in her right mind, Veloris would have scoffed at such an idea. She would have haughtily assumed that the male got off at dominating his partner and would have rebelled against such kinky suggestions.

But right now, in the midst of her arousal, she couldn't think of anything she more wanted to do. Without any more fanfare she shoved herself down, spearing his finger deep inside of her. Veloris bucked and cried out, jerking wildly against him, feeling the cold digit slipping up and down against her insides.

That's it, he murmured, his voice shaking. His penis throbbed against the inner thigh of the leg braced against the ground, the tip of it smearing the beginnings of his semen along her lilac skin as she jerked against him. She could feel him rolling his hips gently, rubbing the head of his erection against her thigh as he sought to satisfy himself for now.

Wildly she bucked against his hand. He watched her hungrily, his eyes mere slits as he drank in the sight of her soaking vulva pressing against his palm, grinding his finger inside of her. The only thing he wished was that he did not have this armor on so he could actually feel her inner muscles clenching around the digit.

Roughly, he shoved in his other finger. Veloris yelped at the sudden intrusion, freezing and staring at him. He stared back, then very carefully and deliberately curled his fingers so they rubbed against her now-unsheathed clit on the front wall of her vagina.

The blissful pleasure at such an act caught her again off-guard. Veloris began moving her hips again, a low wail echoing in her mind and all other Protoss in the immediate vicinity. She was past caring, however, who heard or knew what was happening. She was mindless with ecstasy.

Suddenly, she felt empty. Opening her eyes, Veloris realized that the Nerazim was pulling his hand away, leaving her hanging.

He leaned in, hungry eyes inches away from hers. You want me buried in you, don't you?

Fuzzy-minded, she didn't answer, just whimpered softly.

You want me— he took his cock in one hand and gently rubbed the blunt head against her lips, getting it nice and wet —to mate with you like you were in heat. Don't you.

Yes, she gasped, the first time she'd spoken during this encounter. Yes, do it, please!

He pushed the head in, just a little, stretching her hole and she wailed again, trying to push down. He grabbed her hips and kept her still. Say that again, Veloris. Tell me what you want.

I-I want— She looked frantically at him, at his slitted eyes. I... w-want... you to breed me.

The armored Nerazim slammed himself into her until their lips crashed against each others' and she shrieked in wild sexual abandon, a tangled mess of thoughts, emotions and physical sensation. He yanked her leg up as high as it would go, pinning it with his arm, with the other pulling aside the now-soaked loincloth just enough to get his cock in and she grabbed his shoulders, her claws scrabbling on his armor.

He thrust long and hard into her. Each movement shoved her back and up against the vine-covered wall, crushing or tearing the poor plants that had found a home there. She was going to have enormous green stains on her robes and burns from where they rubbed mercilessly against her skin.

Veloris could feel her inner juices dribbling down her leg and dripping from her snatch, squelching every time the Dark Templar rammed against her. She had never been so aroused in her life; not even when she had mated with the male she had been courting a few years ago during her oestrus. The inside of her right leg all the way down was soaked, and her left leg would be too if he hadn't had it pinned up like that. And she was hot. Her core felt as if it were on fire, and the movements of his cock inside her only added to the heat as he thrust with abandon. The cool metal at her back was growing warm to her body and the friction; everything was so hot she felt as if she would explode.

He was shaking; she could feel it even through his armor. He was close. She was close.

Abruptly, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her away from the wall, keeping himself firmly inside of her. Kneeling on the balcony floor, he carefully lay her down and covered her with his body.

She pushed her lower body against him hopefully. Faint amusement touched her mind, buried in layers of arousal, and suddenly he slammed into her again, jerking violently in and out. The metal at her back was refreshingly cool as the heat climbed and climbed.

Yes, she cried, a sloppy mental push of affirmation. Yes, yes, yes—!

They came together. He anchored her hip with one hand and with the other grabbed her nerve-cords in a bunch, pulling back. The sensation of almost-pain coupled with the explosion of white-hot ecstasy blew her mind, and she went blank as her body was wracked in a massive orgasm. At the same time, he swelled painfully tight inside of her, then exploded into spurt after spurt of come coated her walls, filling her so completely she couldn't take it—it spilled from her in hot streams, adding to her already-soaking garments.

Veloris put her head back, leaning her cheek against the metal floor of the balcony. She was shaking with exhaustion, sweat beading her flushed skin.

He softened slowly inside of her, his erection becoming flaccid and retreating back into his own body. They lay there for a time.

You have mated before, the Nerazim said, stretching atop her. The hard metal encasing nudged her body, unforgivably harsh, and she cringed. He stopped immediately and pushed himself up with his forearms, looking down at her.

She refused to look at him. Now that she was coming down off her high, humiliation began to set in.

They'd mated. She, a traditional Khalai, and he, an outcast Nerazim, had mated outside on a balcony with many of their colleagues in the other room.

What had he done to her that made her so receptive to his whims?

Yes, she murmured, staring off into the blinking lights of the city. He reached down and touched her nerve-cords. They were still extra-sensitive from their rutting and she jumped at the sharp, tingling sensation, like thousands of little blunt needles, shooting up the cord into her head. He pulled his hand away.

How was she going to get out of here? She couldn't walk through the room and down the stairs of the building and through the throngs of people traversing the nighttime streets with soaked garments. They all knew what she had done. Every single one of them could see her memories through the Khala as if they were their own. How could she look any of them in the face?

The Nerazim's member had vanished into his body. He got up and retrieved his codpiece, carefully pulling the cloth over his now-closed genital slit and affixing the piece of armor into place.

Would you like, he said gently, me to bring you home?

Veloris looked at him, startled. How would that help? Then she realized what he meant: he could melt into shadow, become invisible and bring her with him.

She hated to accept his help. What else, though, would she do?

Please, she mumbled.

He reached down and she felt his fingers at the junction of her thighs. Yanking away, she sat up and glared. Have you not had enough?

Green eyes looked back at her calmly. I am fixing your loincloth.

...Oh. Short silence. Well, I can do that. She struggled up and grabbed the wet cloth, putting it back into place and pulling the rest of her lower clothing over it. Lurching to her feet, she grabbed onto the railing. Her knees shook wildly and her abdomen ached.

He came up behind her. She jumped when he slid an arm about her waist, but refrained from snapping at him. A sudden coldness slithered over her limbs. Everything became slightly darker.

I...

It is the cloak, he said gently. Come, hold onto me.

She barely had the time to obey before he leaped neatly over the railing, grabbed a protrusion of the wall, and began scaling down the outside of the building. Wide-eyed, Veloris clung around his neck as he expertly brought them both to the ground.

He stayed silent all the way to her home. She still lived with her parents, but they were out at the moment. Probably at the market. They both loved the market. Veloris could find out, but she refrained. If she did that they would know, and then they would sense something was amiss and possibly come home early.

The Nerazim—Nuhurus. Yes, that was his name. Nuhurus. He released his hold and the slithering sensation of the shadows dispersing crept over her limbs.

Without a backwards glance, she fled into the house. She stripped her clothes off and tossed them into a cleaner, drew a bath and scrubbed herself from head to toe. Then she sat there and let her worries soak away.

She dreaded going back to work the next day. Hopefully, they would just get back to work and Nuhurus would leave her alone and no one would mention what happened.

One could only hope.

Gods, what had she gotten herself into?
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