Heavenly Bodies

Heavenly Bodies: The Edge of Soul
Chapter II: The Kingdom of Kilaman
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“I am displeased with your service, Mekta! You are not only the scum of this village, but the scum of this planet. How could you join forces with theses foul advanced tribes, against us? I send you forth to find out why there are strange killings on the edge of our village borders, and you bring back these three beasts?” “I can smell their disgusting odors from here; tribes men, seize their weapons, take them from my site, you are all sentenced to death!”

Rulof is a mighty tribe leader; bronze solid body, dark amber eyes squinting with fierceness, which slowly pierces your soul. His intimidating chiseled god-like face is framed by a midnight waterfall of black hair; passing over his shoulders, lying upon protruding chest muscles. Authoritative gold sigils are inlayed upon black-leather tribal wear; complementarily too his, gold bracers, rings and ornament around his neck. Male and female concubines sit to each side of his throne made of solid platinum; it shines into everyone’s eyes like white firelight. His tribal guards’ men are dressed similar to him, though not adorn with gold; but silver.

Mekta dresses like the rest of his kin, in normal tribal attire; showing their family symbol in beading, on either brown leather or plain cloth clothing. Mekta brought outsiders to the tribe without permission. Though most Kilaman tribes do trade crafts with other races, they do not wish for those races to spoil their nature by allowing them to enter their villages with technology.

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Mekta’s companions are one mystical and two humans. The mysticals physique is small, curvy, and appears to be female. Her eyes are beautifully deep green, that some how caught the immediate attention of Lord Rulof, which brings arousal upon him. Dark-purple waves of hair flow down her soft light blue face; tracing over her black-sliver liquid metal tattoos upon her shoulders. Body piercing is noticeable; right eyebrow, tongue, left corner of upper lip, and an array on ear lobe rings, glow a light pink. Grey tank-top clings to her chest tightly; strapped to her back, a laser sword carrier. The case made from grey-crystal-synthetic, a man made mineral that is the same substance of her grey military boots. Khaki and grey military camouflage shorts hang off her hips, as a holster-belt around her waist carries; two small laser guns and a few technical gizmos.

Both of her human companions are male. The first human has a rough attractiveness; tall, large, toned frame, brown skin, short black hair with grey-white strips. His strong brown eyes stare evenly, and seem to pass through anyone’s cool resolve. His green military mesh-shirt covers his muscular upper body, while military camouflage pants and black combat boots adorn his lower region. A strange watch is on his right wrist, glowing light neon blue. He also possesses a utility belt, night visions goggles, an SBGL gun holster. Attached to his utility belt, a back-holster shoulder-strap; held his AU-20 energy pulse rifle.

The second human; eerily, yet magnificently- striking man, with a medium build. His strange light violet eyes make a prominent appearance against his cream complexion. Strands of dusty grey hair lay against his eyes with no life; as the remainder is tide back away from his face. His clothing is much the same as his fellow human companion. However he wore a long black tech-trench coat, pair of dark shad metallic glasses, an ear piece; that has a small microphone attached, edged in front of his mouth. Around his neck a small digital power communicator unit; this powered his glasses, microphone, earpiece and his utility belt. Strapped upon his back, is an Xzellmat laptop; that is shaped in the form of his back. Embedded into the Xzellmat frame, was a pistol strap, which held his Van de Graaff pistol.
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\"Wait! Wait! My lord! You must give me a chance to explain, Please I Beg You!” shouts Mekta.

The lord waves to his guards to bring them back to his throne. The tribal guards drag the prisoners through the dusty ground; billows of dust rise into their faces making them cough harshly. Mekta is on his knees at his lord’s feet, begging for mercy, to tell his story. The lord nods in agreement, as Mekta moves back to sit in a kneeling with the prisoners.

“Thirty-eight days ago, my lord” I set off eighty miles to the outskirts of our border, to find out about the mysterious killings. Everyone in the village thought it was our sworn enemy the ‘Jitza’ clan. At first I thought they were right, but my lord, they are wrong.

All the villagers start making commotion and protesting. “QUITE!” shouts the lord. The villagers hush, listening intently to Mekta’s plight. “Continue, Mekta”, as the lord waves his hand to him, readjusting himself in the throne. He calmly orders a male and female concubine to sit upon his lap. They immediately obey his wishes, lustfully pleasuring him in full view of his people. The male concubine adjusts himself between the lord legs, feverishly placing his inadequately small mouth and tongue, against the large pulsing arousal of his lord. While the female concubine places her bosoms near her lords mouth, her straddling position allows the large erection to pass occasionally between the soft folds of her amble bottom; as the wet salvia of the male concubine tongues cools her skin, as he continues to suck and lick the enter region.

The exoticness of their orientate passion, makes the prisoners blush slightly, unaccustomed to open sexual displays. Rulof lazily sucks upon an erect nipple, as he waits for Mekta to speak.
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“On my journey a few miles out side the border, I ran into a mi-bee and was stung. With out the proper leaves, I became very ill on the verge of dying. The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes and saw the mystical. She told me her name; Jennai and her two companions are Jack and Exile. They helped me regain my strength; after sometime of resting, I inquired about the killings. They immediately informed me of things they were investigating for a small specialty group.

Rulof looks towards Jennai and speaks with a stern voice; “What specialty group is this? You may speak Jennai!” Jennai walks slowly to the throne, lowers her head in respect and kneels; her knees embed in the dusty ground hard. “Yes Lord Rulof?” Jennai says in a low voice. “Raise your head, speak to me of your group and why you are here?”, Rulof orders in a soft pleasured voice.

Jennai spoke, “As Mekta explained, we found him on one of our midnight missions, took him back to our hut, noticed he was stung by a mi-bee; revived him of his death-fever and then started to question him. I then explained to him all of what I am about to explain to you now.”
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“We are called Eternals of Sacredness (EoS), a specialty investigation squad. We are currently investigating a secret group called, “The Morgan Society.” This society has been living in ancient underground temples throughout the southern empire.

We’ve spotted them using one of your old ancestry temples, just outside this region; gathering many primordial artifacts, sacrificing, cursing and capturing commoners, and important figures of many races. Their main disturbing agenda is resurrecting an ancient death. We are trying to stop them, we need your help!” Jennai, say with the utmost desperateness.

The lord saw her groveling before him, it pleases him very much. “Very well, I will give you a place to rest and needed supplies. The condition is that you must bring me the heads of these people to validate your claims. This will bring honor back to my people; you have sixteen moon phases to get me their heads. You will stay in the east hut outside the village; I will not have your technology spoil my village any further, NOW LEAVE MY SIGHT!!!” yells the lord.

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The party is lead too two hunts outside the village, where they are left to prepare for the next day. They are instructed as to which hut had provisions and two beds, while the other has only one bed. Jennai and Exile look at each other and grin, as they heard this.

As they walk through the first huts stick doors they see off to their right, two beds made out of wood and layers of soft clothes. To their left displayed on a wooden table an assortment of fruits, breads, leaves, wines, chesses, ointments and bandages. In the far back center os a fireplace roaring, which warmsthe hut air. They all gather around the wooden table and sit upon the stumps provided for them.

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“At least they set us up with a good place”, Jennai looks on in amazement.

“I can’t believe this! Do you know how many times we have been in these kinds of situations?” “We stick our necks out for our squad, get the information they need, and now they can’t fly out to this planet for the next three to four trotralza 1*. And before that happens, we will serve the lord heads for dinner, if we even stay alive that long.” Jack complains as he put his gear down.

“Jack, chill-out, we will do it, we always do!” Now pass me some of that soothing peppermint ointment and some bandages, I think I have jungle root on my foot” Jennai waves her hands in the particular direction of the ointments.

“Eeeeeeuuww, yuck!\"; Jack and Exile blurt out unison, with disgusted looks upon their faces.

“Shut up guys, it wasn’t to long ago, that I was dressing some nasty infected wounds of yours. I wish we had a damn psychic-healer, and then we wouldn’t have to worry about being so banged up. Instant heals, that’s it, quick and simple.” Jen smiles as she rubs ointment in her foot slowly.

“That’s our job Jennai we are all here for a common cause and we get paid well to do it. Besides when I get back to the home-base, after this little investigation. I am getting some R&R, and picking myself up a RXT; top of the line security system with all the works, baby”?

“Exile, you know you have better things to take care of, like for instance me. All you can think about is your toys at times like these”, Jennai grumbles at him with an upset tone and look upon her face.

“That’s not all I can think about Hun,” Exile scoots his stump over, to touch Jennai’s side caringly, as Jennai continues to grumble under her breath. “You two, come on, if I had most of my so called toys here, we wouldn’t be in this mess.” Exile says as his hand rests on Jennai’s lower back, comforting her.

“Exile, please give me a brake, you maybe a tech-wiz, but you still have your flaws,” Jack pointed at him and made an exhausted face, sick of hearing him.


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“Look you two, I know you both are dying to be alone, so let’s just eat and be off to sleep before the sun rises okay? I can’t seem to get use to the time difference of our planet and this place. I am thinking we use the underground abandon city trials; back to our destination. This way we can get there faster without being found out by “The Morgan Society”, and get back your sister before anything dire happens, Jennai. Sound like a plan?” as Jack said these words, his attention trails off; looking over to the bed, contemplating how to make it more comfortable to sleep on.

“Only if the lord doesn’t kill us for bringing another advanced being into his village”, as Exile stuffs another grape into his mouth.

“I think it was a bad move not telling him that part Jennai” Jack says squinting his eyes at her, making sure she understood his is annoyed with her lack of telling the truth.

“Well what was I suppose to tell him, I couldn’t just say we are also looking for my sister. He didn’t even want us here in the first place; by omitting some of the truth we have saved our lives for …well for now.” Jennai moves over to get some more bandages.

“Why don’t we leave Jennai, to the other hut so Jack can get some sleep? We can just bring a few things with us.” Jennai quickly grads some food, and bandages and heads out the door in such a rush the guys didn’t even see it coming.

“Oh lord I think she might be in heat Exile watch out, you know what they say about a mysticals sexual prowess!”

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“Oh I do, Exile grins ear to ear and quickly follows Jennai. “It has been a couple of weeks, since I tasted the sweetness of her skin.” He relishes the thought as he walks through the huts door. There she stood, near the roaring fire, fully naked in all her glory. He loved the sight of her; the image of her silhouette burning into his memory. He quickly walks up and grabs her; embracing, kissing her lips deep and passionately.

His hands explorering all of her curves; as she slowly undid his clothing. Nibbling down her neck, tasting her sweet skin, heat rose with in Exile; and he couldn’t take it anymore, he has to have her. He brings her to the bed of cloth and lays her down softly. Jennai could feel her heart beat racing, she is in a daze. She didn’t know how much she needed him; till his hands lightly caress her breasts.

His other hand graces down her cheek; and lightly plays with her chin. Iridescent rainbow of lights move up and down her skin, following the movement of Exile\'s hand, every stroke a unique blends of sparkling colors. He could physically see the response in the hues of her skin; she is ready for him.

She could feel the wetness between her thighs, the heat of her passion bleeding off her skin, and he had not even entered her. Their eyes lock as he leans over to kiss her, and in that moment he enters her. A gasp escapes both their months, losing all sense as they moan loudly in unison. Her wetness engulfs his manhood; gripping and contracting to the rhythm of their bodies.

With the heat of every thrust, he melts into her. Beautifully blue waves of passion dance over her light blue skin, upon his body, swirling in a mystical cocoon.

“E, will you fulfill my wants and needs,” Jennai whispers in to his ear, as her back arches with every thrust he sends to her. His love for her is so strong, so deep, yet he felt he could not give her what she wanted. He closes his eyes, his body becoming slowed; he stops their love making.

Jennai felt pain in her heart, but instead decides not to react in any negative way. This subject has been a sensitive matter for the both of them. Yet she could not help how she felt, in the heat of passion. She looks away from his face, as he hovers over her, not able to face the look in his eyes. Her body reacts in protest of him leaving her; as he moves off her.

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“We shouldn’t have done this, not when you are in heat Jennai.” His chest aches as he begins to speak, to her softly. “To have you with child right now, is a mistake; our lives are not our own! I will not lose you, or a child in the middle of some outlandish investigation!”

Exiles face turns looking at the fire dying out. Shadows cast upon his face hide his painful expression. Visions of Jennai with his child, dying in his arms; haunt his mind. He winches, slowly looking back at Jennai.

“E, I know… I just thought… I don’t know,” Jennai quickly sat up, her knees bent towards her chest as she gatheres the cloth around her body. “I can’t cry I am the strong one here; there is so much going around us right now. I need to tell him, how can I be so selfish at a moment like this?” Jennai thought to her self.

“E, come sit near me, please!” he looks at her with narrow eyes, as she begs him to come to her.

“I think it is best I sleep in Jacks hut tonight Jennai!”

Jennai helplessly looks on, as Exile rises from the makeshift bed, walks over to the center of the room, quickly putting on his clothes, and slowly walking out the door.


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tro = seconds
tras = minutes
trotras = hours
tralza = day
trolza= weeks
trotralza= months