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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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Thank the gods Nuhurus left her be for the next few days. He was still there, of course, as he was a part of their work project, but any interaction she had with him consisted of his passing her a tool she needed, and that was through another person. Once or twice she caught him gazing at her contemplatively, but she pretended to not notice as she went about her duties.

Her Khalai coworkers said nothing about the incident. They knew, of course. One or two of them became slightly colder towards her knowing, and she knew it was because of what happened. There was nothing she could do about that though; not to mention Veloris thought that their behavior was acceptable for what she had done. Mating was a thing of nature and not something to be ashamed of, but the way she had gone about doing it (and who she had done it with), was.

The Nerazim coworkers she expected to be smug, or at least start propositioning her for sex as if she were a common whore. They utterly surprised her by simply acting as if nothing had happened at all. Each and every one of them (other than Nuhurus, of course) spoke to her the same way, acted towards her the same way, and worked around her the same way.

Her friends outside of her occupation had no idea how to react to her confession when they reached inside the Khala to see why she was being so quiet and withdrawn. Their reactions and emotions were mixed, but surprisingly their prevailing emotion was curiosity bordering on voyeurism. Veloris had no idea what to feel about that: disgust, amusement, confusion, embarrassment... finally, she just decided to go with it. They were her friends, after all, and for good reason.

Her parents were, as suspected, utterly horrified when they found out. Veloris knew they would be, so it came as no surprise when they trapped her in her room one morning as she was trying to get ready for work. They were both extremely traditional Khalai, and not only that they were the working class and believed in the strict caste system even though it had been done away with long ago.

She sighed and straightened from where she was wrapping her feet with a soft cloth. The unforgiving metal at the laboratory tended to put pressure on certain points of her feet sometimes, leading to soreness later on.

Yes?

She knew what they were there for, and they knew she knew it, so her mother sent disapproval coursing through her. Outwardly, they did not move other than displaying furrowed brows, displaying a common Khalai trait of stillness and preference to emit emotion through the Khala rather than through physical motion.

A Fallen One, daughter? Truly? Her father was angry and disgusted. She felt it burn through her. You are above such animals.

The Nerazim are not animals, Father. She refused to call them “Fallen Ones,” though she had in the past. For some reason, it seemed wrong now. No more than we are. They are just another tribe.

A tribe that our Conclave exiled.

Are you referring to the Conclave that is no longer in existence? Veloris raised her brows.

Her mother's tone was sharp. Do not mock us.

She sighed and looked away. Reigning in her annoyance, her mother studied her with concern. Veloris. The Dark Templar are not to be trusted. You know how loose they are. Gods, that one must have done something to you and you did not even know it! Who knows what strange powers they have to make you so aroused you cannot think. Why else would you have felt that way?

She honestly hadn't thought of that. Was that even possible? Would they do such a thing? It seemed to be a plausible explanation as to why she had felt so incredibly... turned on, for lack of better term... other than she genuinely enjoyed it, of course. Such an idea was very farfetched and Veloris would much rather believe he had actually done something to her rather than accept the fact that she may have liked it to begin with.

I will be more careful, she said.

Perhaps you should pull out of the project, her father said. She jerked her head up and tilted her chin in irritation, ignoring the disapproval of her parents at such a physical motion. Wordlessly, they urged her to let go of such childish displays of emotion and project them telepathically instead. It annoyed her, somewhat, but she carefully kept that from her parents.

I cannot do that. I made a commitment. Veloris bent over and tightened her footwraps, then began on the other leg. Her motions were sharp and tense. After this I will likely not ever see him again. The thought brought a strange feeling to her, a tenseness in her chest she couldn't shake. She ignored it for now and secured the cloth, then straightened. Her parents remained in her way, concern, anger and fear for her safety warring in their minds.

The young female felt her hearts clench. She did not like to worry them so. Stepping forward, she put a hand on each of their shoulders. Her first reaction was to enter the Khala with them, but she neither had the time nor wanted them to sort through her confused feelings right now. I will be careful, she promised. But now I must depart. I will be late.

That, they understood. Being on time for work was important. Finally, they allowed her to pass, but only when they saw in her mind the decision to take their words to heart.

And for a few days after that, it was easy to. She did not speak to Nuhurus personally, nor had to deal with him at all, despite the strange feeling that the other Nerazim seemed to be trying to get them alone in a room together. At one such instance, she narrowed her eyes at the blank-masked Templar currently speaking to her, trying to figure out what exactly he was trying to do, but he changed the subject smoothly and refused to answer her questioning gaze.

Well, fine. She could pretend not to care what they were doing.

It was at one point when she was alone, honestly not thinking about anything other than her work, which required intense concentration, that it became clear to her that ignoring the problem did not make it go away. The doors opened behind her.

Veloris did not notice at first, so intent on her work that she did not hear, smell, nor sense any other being in the room for several minutes. When she put her tools down however, resting her slightly cramping hands and her straining eyes, that the very faint scent of another reached her.

She turned her head. One of the Nerazim was standing behind her. She could not touch his mind, but the single glance at his burning green eyes made it clear exactly who this armored man was.

I am working, she said shortly.

I can see that.

Is there something you need?

A short pause. She picked one of her instruments up and suddenly a hand reached around and plucked it from her grasp, setting it back on the table. She clenched her fists, eyes narrowing. Excuse me. Tell me what you need; otherwise, go away.

Why are you so hostile? He asked her. Despite his question, all she could feel in his words was faint amusement, and perhaps some admiration for her character.

Neither of these emotions she wanted to endorse. Without turning around, she placed her hands on the table. I am not hostile. I am Khalai. We feel no hostility.

Your caste system notwithstanding, you cannot lie to who and what you are. You are Protoss, and all Protoss are hunters by nature. Dampening it does nothing. Thus, I ask you again... why are you so hostile?

His armor was brushing her skin. It made it very hard to concentrate. Back up, please.

Without hesitation he took a large step back. Veloris busied herself with putting away her tools, even though she wasn't done. She had to do something with her hands. Still she did not turn around. You did something the last time we—the last time. I do not want you to do it again.

Mating? He knew that was not it, but could not tell what she meant and refrained from entering her mind. For once, she was grateful for such privacy.

Yes, that, and what lead up to it. It was a mistake. The harshness of her words made him draw his head back, suddenly hurt, but she could not feel that. His eyes narrowed behind his mask—she didn't see that, either. I am not going to fall for your dark charms again.

Dark charms? More amusement. Nuhurus pushed the hurt away.

Whatever you did to me.

I did nothing to you. Is it that hard to accept that you simply felt arousal for me, for who I am?

I feel nothing of the sort! It is you who did something to me to feel that way, and I will not allow you to do it again!

There was a long silence. Veloris had finished putting her tools away; the table was now bare. Damn it all, now she'd have to take them out again when he left. She glared at her workspace, as if it had dared put itself away.

You are being ridiculous, he told her gently. Neither I nor any of my brethren would force themselves on another, male or female.

Oh, but you did not have to force anything, did you? You just made it so I could not say no. She grabbed a scanner and glared down at it.

He shook his head, torn between laughing at the absurdity of the notion and shaking sense into her. Instead, he took a step forward again, reached up and very gently ran the armored tips of his fingers over her bare back.

It was like a bolt of lightning shot through her. Veloris went absolutely rigid.

I have done nothing to you, he murmured. His arms snaked around her body and he took the scanner from her limp fingers, placing it aside. You are simply angry at yourself for accepting a Nerazim.

I would never accept a Nerazim. Raising his brows, he sent to her a memory of his own: she leaned back against the wall, her beautiful face and body framed in leaves and blossoms, her confused blue eyes staring into his own. He could smell the arousal pouring off her body, even through his armor. She grasped at him, pulling him closer, holding onto his shoulders as a plea for more filtered through her mind. He complied.

That is not true! I did not— she gasped, because he was now pressed firmly against her back, both hands resting on her chest and his chin on her shoulder.

You are doing it now. I can smell you.

Her hands reached up and she plucked nervously at his fingers. My parents—

Are Khalai who were alive during the Conclave. Of course they feel the way they do. We are open about our abilities if one would only ask. Despite their secrecy, Nerazim were an open bunch compared to the rigid members of the Khala. They saw no need to hide their teachings from their own brethren. Before, it had been out of necessity—if the Khalai Protoss knew their abilities, they would have used them to their own advantage to hunt them down and kill them. Now, during this time of peace, there was no need for such silence.

You've done something to me, she breathed.

One of his hands slid in between her dress and her skin. Her muscles rippled in response to the cold metal.

Yes. It is called attraction.

Ha, as if she felt any actual attraction towards—anymore thought on that subject escaped her as the hand slid farther down, under her loincloth and to the junction of her thighs. His armor-coated finger was as cold as it had been the first time he had used it, and she jumped instinctively as it touched her genitalia. She tensed, expecting and wanting him to slide them into her—but instead, he simply traced her lips, gently massaging. Pricks of gentle pleasure released the tenseness of her muscles, and she leaned carefully on the table in front of her.

He shifted his weight, pushing gently on the inside of her leg with one of his own. Without thinking she spread her legs farther, allowing him greater access.

Slowly he worked her, building her gradually up to arousal. Amused at the very abrupt ceasing of arguments from his partner, he felt no reason to rush. It was the end of the day and they had perhaps one or two more time-parts left until they were free to go. True they should probably wait until that time to continue their current... meeting, but he found he could not stop.

Aware of the power behind his fingers and the harshness of the armor he wore, Nuhurus very gently pinched the folded sections of flesh and slid them back and forth against each other. The result was immediate: the female in his grasp wriggled and whimpered, pushing back against him. It was really quite amusing to see her go from angry insults to melted bliss in a matter of seconds.

There, he whispered.

Veloris lay her cheek on the cold table in front of her, limp with pleasure. His hand that was not otherwise occupied dragged carefully up her leg, her skirt bunching with the motion as his fingertips tickled her thigh. A flick of his wrist tossed the cloth onto her back, and he began loosening her loincloth.

Do you want me to continue? He asked, unlatching his codpiece. His mind was tense and eager, but held strictly in control.

She hesitated. His hand, in the midst of unlatching his armor, paused.

Yes, she said, finally. A clunk indicated that the codpiece had been dropped to one side, then he leaned over her back. She tilted her head up, bumping her cheek against his chin as he pressed against her, aligning their hips and she braced himself in preparation for a fierce thrust.

He didn't, though. Instead, his cold metal digits grasped her buttocks, a thumb of both his hands slipping closer to her entrance. They seemed to get colder and colder the closer they got, but he stopped just before entering her. Each thumb trapped a petal of her vulva and spread them apart to the warm air of the room. There, he stared down at her, hot and wet and spread and ready for him to...

He pushed gently at her entrance, the blunt head of his erection slowly spreading her lips even further and stretching them to make room. Veloris clutched the table as Nuhurus carefully sheathed himself in her to the hilt. It provided her with a very unique, very erotic sensation of being able to feel every inch of him, from the flare of his head to the long pole, wet with the fluids of his own internal body. He was warm, and his armor was cold where it pressed against her back. She was sandwiched between cold, with heat melting her in the middle.

She closed her eyes, savoring the moment. Nuhurus waited for her, using all his willpower not to pull out and plunge into her warm, waiting depths—he shuddered, his grip on her hips tightening. Veloris felt the movement. At the moment, she wanted nothing more than for him to be satisfied. That would satisfy her.

A wave of delight crossed between their minds, and he extended to her that that was exactly what he wanted, just vice versa. Veloris' eyes hooded over in amusement and they shared a moment of mutual satisfaction and mild entertainment. Silently, hoping that he would not see, Veloris felt both touched and mildly angry at herself. Touched because he wasn't the monster she told herself he was. Angry because she had come to that conclusion, and because she was moved by it.

Nuhurus did not feel her thoughts, because as a Nerazim, he firmly believed in not digging into anything someone didn't willingly share. He also was not connected to the Khala and didn't immediately sense her thoughts as his own.

The armored male pulled back slowly, earning a low satisfied moan from his partner. Angling his hips just so and arching his body further over her, he managed to slowly drag the head of his member over her clitoris. Veloris' body seized up, her muscles trembling. She tried to push back but he held her tightly, his metal-covered fingertips digging into her hips. For someone who was so adamant that she move on her own the last time they were together, he was just as adamant he control her movement this time around.

The dull ache of being so harshly held only mingled with the slow burn of sensual feeling at her core. She'd have bruises there later, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

Another pull and push and grind against her most sensitive area. Veloris' back arched and her nails scraped against the table. There! Yes! Ah!

Another, and another, and the door behind them opened.

They froze. Nuhurus' eyes narrowed savagely and he twisted his head around to viciously stare out of the corner of his eye at whoever dared enter. He felt Veloris stiffen up underneath him, afraid and humiliated, and it angered him further. How dare they—

It was a fellow Nerazim, one of Nuhurus' companions. His name was Pelthaa, and his expression was decidedly neutral as he took in the scene before him. Though Nuhurus' armored body blocked his view, it was obvious what was going on. The scent of sex didn't help, either.

He sighed. Nuhurus...

Begone.

You are aware that all the Khalai know of this... affair. Veloris was reminded of her parents and closed her eyes. The will to mate was fading fast. Nuhurus rocked his hips against hers in a silent promise that he would pick up right where he left off as soon as this intruder was dealt with.

Yes, of course.

And that you have approximately two time-parts until you are officially finished with your work for the day. I cannot condone recreational activities in the midst of a project.

Nuhurus turned his face forward again, his eyes smoldering. You do not have to. I was in error; I know this. Allow me to reap the consequences of my actions alone.

As you wish. Pelthaa stepped forward and reached over to pluck a small canister of potent chemicals off its placement on the side of the table, which was what he had arrived at the room for to begin with. Veloris turned her head away, mortified, and his stern countenance gentled. Fear not, he told her. He understood. It was cold comfort, but comfort nonetheless.

Then he was gone, and Nuhurus stroked her cords lightly to calm her, using both his touch and a slow grind of his hips to take her mind off what had just transpired.

H-He will—Ah! She tilted her head back, inviting a more sturdy touch to her cords. He smiled and obeyed, twining his cold metal-encased fingers in the sensitive appendages and pulling slowly back.

Does that really matter?

I suppose n— She groaned because he had begun to move again, this time more quickly, thrusting into her tight, hot channel over and over... his own mind whited out at the wonderful sensation of her body rippling and sucking at him.

In a few minutes, the entire earlier scene had been forgotten. Nuhurus rode his partner hard as she gripped the opposite edge of the table, her cry rebounding in his mind. He released her cords (much to her disappointment) in favor of holding her steady. Armored hands kept her steady as each movement brought them together with a hard, wet slap of metal against flesh, jerking her forward even as his grip yanked her back against himself, making sure each thrust was aimed just so against her exposed and incredibly sensitive clitoris. He arched over her, using all the leverage he could gain to slam his cock into her welcoming depths.

Veloris was dripping again, and he could feel her juices running down her legs and over his member to his genital slit. They began running down his own legs—or so far as he could tell with all that armor covering him. But it didn't matter because he was so close...

Nuhurus, she gasped. She had just the presence of mind to know that if they had an orgasm here, now, they'd have to clean—the Nerazim tightened his hold and ground himself inside of her, the tip of his cock brushing her cervix. Oh gods!

I am going to fill you up, he hissed at her, and she moaned, unable to think of any thing else she could possibly want. His mind was tense as it twined with hers. Veloris' eyes widened. She had never attempted shessarai—that perfect melding of minds, of emotions and sensations that rebounded back and forth between sexual partners at the very climax of mating. She knew of it, of course, from the Khala, but had never tried it herself.

And especially not with a Nerazim. She hadn't even thought it was possible with them.

That was the end of her supposition, for Nuhurus was jerking against her again. To Veloris' chagrin and disappointment, he didn't attempt full connection, but allowed her to feel what he wanted to do with her—he was going to fuck her and come inside of her, filling her with his seed until she couldn't take anymore and then some, and oh gods yes!

With a savage jerk, Nuhurus pressed in close, exploding inside of her just as one hand grabbed her cords again, pulling back and adding just enough pressure to her zinging nerves.

Veloris tensed and her body gave a massive ripple of clenching muscles. For a moment, nothing mattered and nothing existed except for the ecstasy ringing through her mind. Disjointed from her, she could feel his pleasure too. Everything was wonderful.

Nuhurus closed his eyes, jerking viciously against her as each stream of his seed spurted hotly inside of her.

Her blood pounded in her skull. Gradually, Veloris came back to her body, the world coming back to focus. The now-sweat-soaked table was cool under her cheek, and her core throbbed with Nuhurus' member, still lodged deep in her body. Their combined juices slipped slowly down her inner thighs.

Nuhurus, she whispered.

He carefully pulled out.

We are in so much trouble...

I will take all blame.

That will do nothing, her voice rose, mingling with emotion. In the Khala, the Khala knows, everyone knows... damn you, Nuhurus! She straightened and whirled, her legs shaking so badly she had to lean against the table behind her now once more. Damn you and your stubbornness! We cannot continue like this—we will be dismissed from our jobs! If they will not do it now. What is wrong with you?!

They stared at each other. The image of the large, intimidating Nerazim completely covered in armor except for his codpiece, where his dripping member was slowly retreating into his slit and his eyes wide, would have been comical if the situation was not so dire.

Slowly, Nuhurus replaced the cloth that was to cover his groin as soon as his penis had vanished into his body. Locating his codpiece, he affixed it in place and faced her again. Veloris kept her thoughts strictly in check as she glared at him.

You are correct. His voice was soft. I apologize, Veloris. I will no longer seek you out.

He lingered for a moment, as if wanting to say something else, but in the end turned and just walked out of the room, vanishing into shadow as he did.

Veloris was left, wide-eyed and trembling, and she realized that that was not what she wanted at all. Her thoughts were confusing. But now, at least, she would get her work done in peace.

Carefully she cleaned herself. She was still soaked, but she figured that humiliation on her part was an adequate punishment for what she had just done.

Finally, finally, she could get back to work.
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