Nimeyah's Awakening

CHAPTER ONE-THE INEVITABLE

SHHH!," NIMEYAH struggled to whisper as her lip quivered in ecstasy, "The shed isn't sound proof," she moaned, riding him with vigor as she chased her climax.

"Ah, fuck, right there!" as the new position she assumed caused her to ripple against him, "I'm so close."

The young man rolled his head back in ecstasy as he bucked his hips up against her, causing her chest to bounce. The sight caused Jeremy to stiffen even more as his balls grew tighter in anticipation. He groaned, doubting he could hold on for much longer, "Nimeyah, I don't think-ah...I don't think I can...hold on for much...longer," Jeremy grunted between pants.

"No!" She said as she slowed her pace and lowered herself further onto his shaft. "Don't you dare come," she said as she slowly grounded into him causing him to close his eyes and focus, but it was no use, she could feel as his member grew stiffer and expanded in size, still she persisted.

"Don't you fucking...selfish...bastard!" She shouted as her orgasm hit her hard. "God, yes," she cried as she quivered against his hardened member. No longer able to stave off his orgasm, his eyes rolled in the back of his head as the intense pleasure rocked through him.

"I think," he said between panted breaths, "I think I love you," he said as he came down from his high, but Nimeyah had already put her trousers on and began gathering the rest of her belongings.

"You always say that after one of our sessions, Jeremy."

He sighed, watching as she scurried around the small enclosed space collecting her clothes, "And you always say the same thing. Did you not feel that?"

"Call it a casualty of war," she said with an exasperated sigh, "With so much death surrounding us day and night, tomorrow isn't guaranteed so it's only natural that you would want to feel something more, something...different," she said turning to face the door as he began dressing himself.

"But sex isn't love," he replied mockingly.

"You see, I knew you would learn soon enough," she replied patting his cheek.

With a chuckle, she exited the shed making her way home through the fields as quickly as she could before the sun set. Jeremy would never understand, with the war raging on, nothing was guaranteed. Soldiers raided villages by night taking boys and men alike to fight in their futile war. Women were taken never to be seen again, the ones who dared to fight were often slaughtered and left to rot like animals.

"The crown will not be defied," the soldiers would say, but Nimeyah was sure that the crown didn't call for the plunder of villages and the utter disregard for life. Nimeyah understood though, the crown simply didn't care.

The townsfolk were just casualties of war, and if anyone dared to speak up, dared to defend their right to life, they were simply branded a traitor and executed.

There wasn't time for love in war, there was only time for survival, and for Nimeyah, sneaking in a few moments for stress relief was the closest to paradise she could get. That was what Jeremy was, a stress reliever.

Besides, love was never something you thought you felt, you knew you felt it.

No, she couldn't take him seriously. Jeremy was just a boy, and although he had a sweet disposition, what Nimeyah needed was a man. One who was certain, one who was sure. One who would know he loved her not think he loved her.

Assured love.

Otherwise, what was the point? Nimeyah was just trying to survive this wretched war, but not even that was a guarantee. So, with each breath, she set out to make the best out of her situation and try to live amongst the death because she never knew when she would join their ranks.