Rescued: A Nyssara Story

Chapter 26

NYSSA: I've recently become aware of how much I've been smiling lately. Smiling has never really been something I've done at all before Sara. I would sometimes do it when talking to people outside of the League, but that was all but a ruse. Those smiles were just guises, but the grins I've been wearing around Sara are real, which is...indescribable.

I've read about happiness before. I always thought it was fantasy or perhaps something that I would simply never encounter in my lifetime. Is what I feel with Sara happiness? Or is this some other emotion? I've been raised stone cold and now I melt at just the sight of her. I've built these impenetrable and unclimbable walls around me and she somehow just strides right through them as if they were made of paper.

She amazes me. I am mesmerized by her beauty. I'm completely enamored to the point where I am afraid to do anything that hurts her or offends her. I've never feared anything as much as I fear losing her. She is my precious gem that I feel is worth more than my entire life, nay, the world.

As I straddle her hips in my satin bed, she runs her fingertips down my abdomen.

"Will I ever get abs like yours?" she asks.

I smile. "One day, my love."

I let her trace my muscle curvatures. I watch her facial expressions shift as she contemplates something in her mind.

"You ponder."

She sighs. "I've been trying to work up the courage to ask you something," she says nervously.

"Alright. Let's have it, then," I prompt her.

She sits up. "I'm not sure how to say this..."

I caress her face in hopes it will soothe her nerves. "I beg you to speak your mind."

She sighs. "I've been fantasizing about you...like...climaxing."

I'm slightly taken aback. "Ah...I see. So what you are trying to say is that you would like to see it."

She looks down and then back up at me. "Yeah..."

"Why was that hard for you to ask?"

Her expression shifts to something melancholy. "That story you told...I wasn't sure if you'd...I don't know."

I clench my jaw for a moment. "I see. Well, I will be honest with you. I haven't let anyone do that since..."

"If you don't want to you don't hav—"

"No. I vowed that day that I'd never be vulnerable again, and yet, somehow, a beautiful blonde American girl has demolished every defense I've built. With that, I should retaliate with ferocity, but alas, it is not my enemy that has made me vulnerable, it is my belovèd," I say as I stroke her hair. "You are in my heart and I trust you with all of my soul."

She smiles. "Is that a yes?"

I sigh. "I suppose it is."

She continues to smile then she looks down my body. As she gazes towards my pelvis, my heart begins to race. She places her hand on my chest.

"I've never seen you so nervous. If I didn't know any better, I'd think your heart is trying to escape your body," she says smiling.

I sigh as I try to regroup my thoughts.

She strokes my hot cheek. "You don't have to be nervous. Just focus on me, okay?"

"Yes, Belovèd," I say as she pulls my head down to kiss her.

SARA: I don't know what to think. I try to replicate things that she does to me, like stroking her skin and kissing her in various places, but I can tell she is kind of uncomfortable. She likes to be in charge and for good reason. I won't push to be on top. I think she feels more comfortable where she is. I won't penetrate either. Not unless she asks me to. I'll just keep it simple so she feels comfortable. 

As she kisses me, I slide my fingertips up and down her hips, slowly moving them closer and closer to their final destination. After a moment, she stops kissing me.

"Can I propose something?" she starts. "I take pleasure in pleasuring you," she says as she lifts one of her hands up.

"Oh?" I say smirking at her. "Whatever works for you," I say kind of excited.

She starts me up and my energy feeds her as if she's a car that just needed to be jumped. If me being turned on turns her on, then so be it. It's a win-win situation.

RA'S AL GHUL:
"You wanted a meeting with me, Sarab. What do you wish to speak about?"

Sarab kneels. "Yes. I have some unsettling information for you."

"Well, get on with it."

"I believe The Heiress and Ta-er al-Sahfer are romantically involved, sir."

"And why do you say this?"

"I heard them moaning certain...expletives...within The Heiress' room, sir. Nyssa called out her false name."

"My daughter has been known to share her body with other women. I suppose I assumed that she would know that members are off-limits to her sexual endeavors. Are you certain she doesn't just have one of her whores with her? Perhaps she has one with the name Sara?"

"I checked Ta-er al-Sahfer's quarters. She was not there, sir."

"I see. Tell me, Sarab, why were you snooping around my daughter's quarters in the first place? You know very well that the area is off limits to you."

"I had suspicions, sir, that the two were meeting in secret."

"So you had these suspicions and neglected to tell me about them? You thought you could go off on your own?"

"I'm sorry, sir, I did not mean to offend..."

"For the offense of trespassing, you will be punished," I say as I unsheathe my blade.

"Yes, sir."

"Actually, I'll have Nyssa deal your punishment since it is her business you were trespassing. Leave here for now."

He stands. "Yes, sir,"  He says as he bows and exits.

If what Sarab has said is true, I fear that there is something truly wrong with my daughter. That is not normal behavior, and certainly not the type of behavior that makes a good Demon's Head.

I am reluctant to go to her quarters. I fear that what I'll find is my daughter defiling my student. But, alas, I must overcome my disgust and go there. I will not let this continue if it truly has begun.