Nayleia's Heritage

***HERITAGE REVEALED***

Ronon and Nayleia entered the Conference Room and sat down side by side, much to the amusement of those already gathered. No one missed the secret smiles they exchanged or the way Ronon leaned towards Nayleia. No one that is, except an excited McKay, who bustled into the room with an equally excited Zelenka in tow. They quickly connected their computers to the room’s mainframe, and projected the three dimensional image of a planet onto the crystalline screen, that rose from the center of the conference table.

“P3X-49721, that’s where we have to go,” McKay said, in a breathless rush.

“P3X, whatever, whatever, what are you talking about Rodney,” Sheppard replied, letting his impatience come out in his voice.

“What Rodney is trying to say is that P3X-49721 is the planet where Nayleia’s mother came from,” Zelenka supplied, by way of clarification.

“It’s actually a class three moon,” McKay said, condescendingly. “It’s located close to the edge of the Pegasus galaxy, in the shadow of a much larger gas giant. In fact, you could search the entire galaxy and never find it, unless you knew what to look for.”

“I think it would help if you started at the beginning, Rodney,” Dr Weir said, much to the exasperation of the excited scientist.

“Okay,” McKay began, “if you recall, when we were on Lahal we collected data from two sources. The Ancient database and the paintings Nayleia’s mother had left on the walls of the cave. It turns out that both places had vital information about Nayleia’s mother’s people. The database is very similar in content to the mainframe here in Atlantis, it’s basically a record of Ancient culture, science and technology, a---”

“So there’s nothing in that databank that is different from anything we have here in Atlantis?” Sheppard asked, cutting across McKay.

“Well if you would let me finish, you’d find out, wouldn’t you?” McKay replied, cuttingly.

“What I was about say was that there is also an inventory stored on the database,” McKay finished smugly.

“An Inventory, of what?” Dr Weir asked, perplexed.

“You’re going to love this…an inventory of Ancient artifacts, including Drones, Z.P.M.s, Jumpers and some other equipment that appear to be weaponry of some sort,” McKay finished excitedly.

“Did you say stocks of Z.P.M.s?” Sheppard asked.

“Yep…and Drones, lots and lots of lovely Drones, and Jumpers,” McKay responded smiling happily.

“And all of these stocks are located on that planet?” Dr Weir asked, indicating the three dimensional image they had projected onto the screen.

“Well that’s the thing,” McKay said, sounding uncertain for the first time. “The database lists stores of all these artifacts, but we haven’t been able to ascertain if any of the stores were actually located on P3X-49721.”

“So we’re basically in the same position as with Atlantis’ database. We know there are Ancient Outposts with Z.P.M.s and such, but we have to check each individually until we find one that contains viable stocks,” Dr Weir replied, with a frustrated sigh.

“No, no, no, that’s the beauty of this particular database. There is strong evidence to suggest that this planet was used as a supply and holding station during the last years of the war with the Wraith. It’s concealed, remote location would have made its discovery very difficult, and so it was ideal as a transit point between Earth and Atlantis, and Atlantis and the other Outposts. If you recall, the war with the Wraith was concentrated around the inhabited worlds of Pegasus, thus the Wraith would not have ventured so far out of the main thoroughfares,” McKay finished, and sat back smugly.

“So do we have a Gate address for this planet?” Sheppard asked.

“That’s where we hit a snag, but thanks to Nayleia’s mother that’s not a problem,” McKay nodded to Nayleia, who was listening avidly to the exchanges. “You see, she embedded Ancient dialectic writings in the main subject matter of her paintings. When Radek and I magnified the images from the caves, we recognized some Ancient symbols and immediately wrote a program to extract the symbols and decipher the text. Amazing,” McKay said, shaking his head in awe, “to think that one woman came up with such a sneaky way to hide information.”

“So tell us already. What did you find out?” Sheppard asked.

“It turns out that Nayleia’s mother was an archivist to her people, who incidentally were the descendants of the Ancients manning the Outpost. Apparently, when the Ancients lost the war and scattered all over the galaxy, those on the Outpost remained. It was a protected, secret position and there were adequate resources to support the population. Over the succeeding generations however, the descendants lost the use of more and more of the technology. Eventually, the only knowledge remaining was what was stored in the database, and Nayleia’s family had been charged with the responsibility of keeping the database secure. Over the generations, they forgot why the database was important, but knew that it had to be kept safe,” McKay paused and took a sip of water before he resumed.

“Twenty years ago, the Wraith attacked Mantaria, that’s what they decided to call the outpost planet. I think that because food in the Pegasus Galaxy was limited, scouting parties had been looking for new feeding grounds. They discovered Mantaria, probably by accident, the writings never really said. In any event, the Dart that discovered the thriving Mantarian Society, radioed a Cruiser.”

“The attack was devastating, and thousands were taken and buildings destroyed. As the chief archivist, Nayleia’s mother was hustled out to the Stargate with the database and the cloaking technology. They dialed a random address and she was instructed not to return in under a month.”

“The address they had dialed was Lahal. Nayleia’s mother spent that month hiding away from the locals and that’s when she found the cave. After the allotted time, she returned to the Stargate, and tried to dial Mantaria. Apparently, she was not successful. She tried several times during the next two months, but couldn’t get through. Fearing that Mantaria had been completely destroyed, she set about creating the elaborate illusion we saw in the cave. Eventually, she got up enough courage to join the Lahalans, and caught the eye of their Chief, Nayleia’s father.” McKay had finished his account and sat back down.

“Rodney, if what you say is true, then the Mantarian Gate must have been destroyed or buried. How can we investigate these Ancients stocks? After what happened when we found the Aurora, I’d prefer not bickering with Colonel Caldwell over which team gets to explore this new find,” Dr Weir commented.

“Well that’s the easy part. You see Nayleia’s mother embedded the Gate address for Mantaria in her paintings. There was a particular panel which depicted seven different sceneries, and each of these had a different constellation depicted in the night sky above. Hence, our Gate Address. All we had to do afterwards is chart the location of Mantaria, using the seven coordinates. By our best estimates, the planet is within Jumper distance from the nearest Stargate, located on P3X-56832.”

“So we Gate part way and fly the rest, cool,” Sheppard said.

“Nayleia, you haven’t said much about all of this,” Dr Weir observed, causing Nayleia to blush shyly.

“It’s all very overwhelming, but I’m looking forward to seeing my mother’s planet, and meeting any surviving members of my family,” she said, smiling.

“Well don’t go packing your bags yet,” McKay said, cutting across, “Radek and I are going to have to make some modifications to the Jumper to allow it to comfortably fly the distance between P3X-56832 and Mantaria, without burning out the engines.”

“How long do you estimate these ‘modifications’ will take?” Sheppard asked.

“It could be a couple of days; it could be as much as a week. We’ve never done this kind of modification to the Jumpers before, so I can’t give you a definite estimate. When the Jumper is ready, you’ll know,” McKay said impatiently.


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“Ronon mentioned that you and Colonel Sheppard are mated,” Nayleia said, as she went through a series of stretches with Teyla on the exercise mat.

It had been agreed that Nayleia would accompany the team on their very first visit to Mantaria, providing she received some self-defense instruction from Teyla during the intervening days. According to the information gleaned from the cave paintings, the Wraith raid would have taken place a long time ago, yet it was important that every member of the contingent be able to take care of themselves.

Teyla stopped her stretching and turned to face Nayleia, who also stopped when she realized she was being closely scrutinized.

“The Colonel and I are teammates, nothing more,” Teyla finally replied, resuming her stretching.

Nayleia studied the other woman’s tense shoulders and serious facial profile, years of dealing with Harla and Janta had sharpened her skills at reading body language. Now that she knew that Ronon was not interested in Teyla, she was able to view the woman objectively, and knew immediately that she was lying, or more accurately, avoiding the truth.

“Teyla, there’s no reason to keep up the pretense that you and the Colonel are not madly in love with each other; at least not when you’re with me. I don’t quite understand why the two of you don’t want to publicize your relationship, but you can count on me not to say anything about it to anyone else,” Nayleia said, sincerely.

“Thank you, Nayleia,” Teyla replied, relaxing her defensive attitude. “I’ve gotten so used to hiding my feelings, that I’ve almost convinced myself that there really isn’t a relationship between John and I,” she said by way of explanation. I know that it’s all very confusing, but Ronon is correct, John and I care about each other deeply. Maybe in time we can be open about it, but for now it must remain hidden,” Teyla finished quietly.

Nayleia listened to her admission and though saddened by Teyla’s revelation, she was also thrilled that Teyla had chosen to trust her with her secret.

“Enough about John and I, tell me about you and Ronon,” Teyla asked smiling brightly at Nayleia’s telling blush.

“These few days have been amazing, he’s so loving…and passionate,” she finished shyly, reddening further as Teyla burst out laughing.

“I always knew that Ronon would be ‘passionate’ when the right woman came along,” Teyla said.

“I just wished…” Nayleia whispered, ending with a sigh of frustration.

“You just wished what?” Teyla probed, sensing that there was something Nayleia wanted to say.

Nayleia studied Teyla’s open expression and decided to share what was on her mind.

“Ronon is so…knowledgeable and confident; he always seems to know how to please me. I’m starting to feel so inexperienced, I wish I knew how to please him like he always knows how to please me,” Nayleia said.

“Men like Ronon like to be in control, so I’ve found that it can be fun to take away that control,” Teyla replied, with a secret smile, as if remembering a special occasion. “As to pleasing him, here’s what you do…” Teyla said, leaning forward to give Nayleia very clear instructions.


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“Okay folks, one Ancient outpost coming up dead ahead,” Sheppard said, breaking the companionable silence that had existed for the past half hour. “I’m taking off the booster engines and switching to stealth mode.”

McKay and Zelenka had been true to their words and had managed to finish modifying the Jumper in only four days. They had transferred the engines from another Jumper to the one selected for the journey, and upgraded the transmission so that it would work with the extra engines. The result was that the team now had a ‘Super’ Jumper, which had made the journey from P3X-56832 to Mantaria in two hours, rather than the projected eight hour journey.

Nayleia, who had occupied the co-pilot seat, turned around to smile at Ronon. He caught her eyes and returned her smile with a provocative wiggle of his eyebrows causing Nayleia to blushed, and look away. She remembered too vividly how the dawn hours had been spent, with Ronon tirelessly making love to her, and his look brought it all back, just as he’d intended. She found herself wishing that she could be brave enough to follow Teyla’s advice, if only to pay him back for all the hours of helpless pleasure he loved to give her.

“Fly to the southwest peninsula, that’s where the outpost was located,” McKay said, cutting across Nayleia’s sexy thoughts.

Sheppard flew the Jumper in the direction indicated, keeping low enough to make out details of the vegetation that covered the land.

“You should be coming up on the settlement right about now,” McKay said, raising his head from the computer screen and looking out the view port.

Everyone, including Nayleia, leaned towards the forward view port, hoping to catch the first glimpse of the Ancient outpost. Sheppard continued to fly the Jumper in the direction indicated, but all they could see for miles around were the mounds of tiny hillocks covered with the lush vegetation they had seen throughout.

“I don’t get it, my scans indicated that this is where the outpost should be,” McKay muttered, fiddling with a monitor.

“Could it be that you were mistaken about the location of the settlement, Rodney?” Teyla asked, drawing a shocked look from McKay.

“Excuse me? I, do not make mistakes,” he replied, making no attempt to hide the exasperation in his voice. “This is where the settlement should be. My scans are still picking up the signs of…good grief!”

“What is it?” Sheppard asked, turning around to look at the ashen faced McKay.

“Oh…no…no…the reason we aren’t finding the settlement is because it’s down there,” McKay replied, pointing to the thick vegetation below.

“You mean that vegetation has formed a canopy over the settlement?” Sheppard asked, clearly puzzled.

“No, I mean what’s left of the settlement has been overgrown by the vegetation we’re seeing. All those hillocks are all that’s left of Mantaria!” McKay replied.

Nayleia’s shocked gasp drew all eyes to her. She immediately unbuckled her safety harness and ran into the cargo bay of the Jumper.


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~It’s all gone…all gone, ~ Nayleia thought sadly, as several tear drops tracked down her face.

“I know how you feel,” Ronon said quietly, as he sat down next to her and draped his arm around her shaking shoulders.

“You don’t know, no one knows!” she shouted, roughly pushing away his arm as she sobbed in earnest.

Ronon looked at Nayleia’s dejected form and felt a murderous rage rising up inside of him, threatening to consume him if he didn’t release it or the hate that had birthed it. He jumped to his feet and slammed his fist into the bulkhead, swearing forcefully in a strange language. Nayleia’s head snapped up and she immediately stopped crying to stare at him in fright. His eyes caught hers and he saw how much he was frightening her, and yet he couldn’t quite get his emotions back under the firm control he usually forced himself to exercise. The hate he felt was always just under the surface, always ready to explode.

“R-Ronon?” Nayleia said, darting a glance towards the door leading to the cockpit.

Ronon saw her fear and the furtive look and felt his fury immediately evaporate.

“Leia…you don’t ever have to be afraid of me. My anger is not directed at you,” he said softly, resuming his seat next to her.

Nayleia didn’t know how to respond, the intimate relationship she had with Ronon was a new experience for her, and from all reports, for him as well. She reached across and took his hand, trying to lend support as she realized he fought an inner battle with himself.

“Leia, I never speak about my past, because the memories are painful ones. I think though that you need to know more about me, you see, my planet was also destroyed by the Wraith.”

Nayleia was shocked; this was the last thing she expected to hear.

“But Ronon, no one ever mentioned that…you seem so…confident, so self assured. I feel so lost and alone now that I know my mother’s people were probably all killed during that fateful raid, twenty years ago.”

“Confident you say? Leia, the Wraith put a tracking device into me and made me a Runner. They hunted me for seven years. Seven years! When Sheppard got Dr Beckett to remove the tracker and convinced me to go back to Atlantis with them, I thought I still had a home of my own, a planet called Sateda. Huh! Sateda’s Gate wasn’t destroyed so I was able to stay in Atlantis and see the ruins of my once proud Nation. I guess I’m luckier than you, because I found out that about three hundred people survived that devastating attack. Three hundred, out of thousands!”

Ronon’s painful revelations struck Nayleia to the core. She realized at that moment, how much she loved him.

“You know, Harla and Janta didn’t realize what they were doing when they gave you to me as a ‘present’. I don’t know what I would do without you, Ronon, you’re my family now,” Nayleia said, shyly.

“Leia, I---”

“Is everything alright now?” Teyla asked, interrupting Ronon’s words.

“Yes, everything is just fine,” Nayleia replied, smiling brightly.

“That’s good to hear. You two might want to come up front now, something exciting is happening to the Jumper,” Teyla said, excitedly before going back into the cockpit.

Ronon and Nayleia spared each other a look of disappointment before heading into the cockpit of the Jumper.

“What’s going on?” Ronon asked, as he took a seat across from Nayleia who had chosen not to return to the co-pilot’s seat.

“The Jumper appears to be homing in on some sort of beacon,” Sheppard replied.

“Homing in?” Ronon asked, clearly puzzled.

“Yeah, one minute we were flying over the ruins and the next thing I know the Jumper changed direction and started towards that dot on the screen,” Sheppard replied, pointing to the holographic screen and the flashing dot.

“What do you think it is, McKay?” Ronon asked.

“If I knew that then I wouldn’t be doing all this scanning, now would I?” he replied, sarcastically.

“So can you stop the Jumper, Sheppard?” Ronon asked, clearly concerned.

“Yeah, I tried already. Once I surrender control though, the Jumper resumes its course towards that coastal location. I figure let’s see where it’s taking us,” Sheppard said.

The journey to the coast took just over half an hour, at their cruising speed. The terrain they flew over remained similar throughout, until they approached the coast, where the terrain consisted of barren, craggy cliffs.

The Jumper flew over the cliffs and out towards the open ocean. When the ship was about one hundred meters out to sea, everyone felt the shift when the power to the engines was cut off resulting in a nose dive towards the sea.

“Don’t touch anything!” McKay shouted, as Sheppard prepared to resume control of the craft. “These things are amphibious remember? I think we should continue to see where it takes us, the Ancients would have known the depths it could withstand,” McKay said, reasonably as the Jumper retracted its engines and plunged into the sea.

They sank for three minutes and then the forward lights came on and the Jumper swung around to face back towards the mainland. The team stared incredulously as the cliff face, which extended down below the sea, slid away from them, revealing an opening large enough for the Jumper to pass through. The Jumper lurched to life and entered the opening which led deeper into the Cliffside.

They traveled the length of the ‘tunnel’ which was no more than one hundred meters and then rose to the surface, to see what could only be described as a Jumper Quay. Over fifty Jumpers lined the ‘Quay’ and another fifty lined ledges on the walls of the enlarged dome that covered the quay area.

“I think it’s safe to say that we’ve found at least one of the store houses!” McKay said, happily.

“And, I think we’ve also found what’s left of the Mantarians,” Sheppard replied, pointing to a group of persons who were making their way down to the Jumper’s berth. “Nayleia, it looks like you may have family after all!”


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“…and so, after the devastating Wraith attack, the Mantarians moved into what they used to refer to as, The Catacombs. It seems that the later generations had forgotten that there were Ancient weaponry and technological stocks located in the caves, because no one remembered how to use it. Once they returned to the catacombs, they realized how naturally defensible it was and the Wraith had no way of knowing they were living ‘inside’ the cliffs,” McKay finished making his report to Dr Weir in an excited rush.

“So the Mantarians are willing to trade with us?” Dr Weir asked.

“Yes. It turned out that Nayleia has an uncle that survived the destruction of the settlement, and he’s been carrying on the family vocation as the new official archivist. He discovered the tunnels leading to the Jumper Quay, and the caves with boxes of Z.P.M.s, and…guess what else?” McKay asked excitedly.

“I can’t begin to think what could be more exciting than the discovery of several fully charged Z.P.M.s,” Dr Weir replied, smiling.

“He found two crated Stargates!” McKay cried. “I’ve already offered to help them set up one in the Jumper Quay, so that they can communicate with us easily; and they are willing to trade with us for the other Gate! Imagine, we will be able to select any suitable class three Planet as an alternative Alpha Site in the Pegasus Galaxy!”

“What do the Mantarians want in return for their generosity?” Dr Weir asked.

“Training, that’s all they want. If you recall, the Mantarians are not technologically savvy. Over the generations of their isolation, they lost most of their technological know-how. So all they want is for us to re-train them in the use of the technology of the Ancients.” McKay replied, excitedly.

“Well, I’m going to have to convey all this information to Earth, but I can’t help but join you in your enthusiasm, Rodney!” Dr Weir said, finally allowing herself to smile broadly.


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Ronon lay back on the cushions of Nayleia’s sleeping platform, and settled down to wait. He had arrived at her room a few minutes before, and after serving him something to drink, she had disappeared into the adjoining dressing room. He had planned to take her to the communal dinning hall to have dinner with the rest of his team, to celebrate their discoveries on Mantaria. It was obvious that Nayleia had different ideas though, since he spotted several covered dishes arranged on a low table. The smell of cooked food was unmistakable, and he recognized several of his favorites.

The dressing room door opened and Nayleia re-entered the room. She had changed into a deep purple dress with a very plunging neckline. Ronon had never seen her in anything other than her native Lahalan garb or the standard issue military tops and pants, all the Atlanteans wore. She looked breathtaking, the color of the dress complimented her complexion perfectly and the plunging neckline, reveal more than a little of her full breasts and the shadowy valley between them.

Nayleia said nothing, but went straight to the table with the covered dishes and selected one, which she brought to the platform upon which Ronon reclined. She could feel his hooded eyes boring into her, and as she approached him she was aware the instant his eyes dropped to the front of her dress. The garment was a gift from her uncle, who had immediately observed her emotional connection to Ronon and had assured her that his mate could no longer use it since her proportions had changed with the birth of their third child.

Nayleia sat on the bed next to Ronon and offered him a piece of the roasted meat that was in the dish. He grinned and instead of opening his mouth to receive the offering, he reach around to pull her half way onto him, so that her breasts were pressed to his chest and her lower body in contact with his hip. Though surprised, Nayleia ignored his action and instead offered him the meat again.

Ronon stared into Nayleia’s eyes as he opened his mouth slightly to allow her to feed him the roasted meat dish that was one of his favorites. Since he did not bend his head, she was forced to reach upwards to his mouth. Ronon grinned broadly when he got the desired result, causing Nayleia to blush as she felt her breasts rub against his chest in a provocative manner, every time she reached upwards. By the time the meat was finished, Nayleia was breathing in jerky gasps and she quickly got up to fetch the next dish, much to Ronon’s amusement.

The next dish was one of Nayleia’s personal favorites that she knew Ronon also enjoyed. As she approached him with the dish, he once more pulled her onto his chest, so she had no choice but to rest the bowl next to them so that she could use her single free hand to feed him. Ronon allowed her to feed him two bites from the dish, then, he took the fork from her and fed her the balance, waiting patiently for her to finish each bite before feeding her the next.

When Nayleia took up the third dish, she decided it was time to turn the tables on Ronon. She approached him as before, except instead of allowing him to drag her onto his chest, she threw one of her legs over his hips, to straddle him. Ronon sat up in shock at her actions but said nothing, though she noticed his discomfort when she lowered her body to his lap, rather than remain kneeling.

The throbbing pressure between Nayleia’s legs was making it difficult for her to focus on getting the food directly to Ronon’s mouth. After the third spoonful spilled onto his chin, he took the spoon out of her hands and flung it across the room. Nayleia was puzzled, and it must have shown on her face, because he took up the bowl and used his hands to scoop out a small amount, which he then fed to her.

Nayleia copied his actions by also feeding him using her fingers and hands as an eating implement. Every time she passed food to his mouth, she would only allow him to nibble it off her fingers, as she tried her best not to make contact. On the other hand, whenever he passed food to her, she would make a great show of eating ever last bit, and finishing off by licking and sucking each finger…slowly.

By the time they were finished the contents of the bowl, Nayleia could feel a definite hardness between her legs, straining upwards. She put down the bowl and ground herself against Ronon, causing him to groan. He reached for her hips and pulled her up for a passionate kiss, after which he pushed her back down onto his cock, grinding against her softness.

Nayleia pushed back against Ronon’s cock, rubbing her clit against the bulge in his pants. She felt the moistness between her legs increase to true slickness, which caused her underwear to slide provocatively against her flesh. Ronon reached under her and slid his hand across her swollen flesh, inserting one finger into her tight passage causing her to grab his shoulders as he proceeded to move his finger in and out of her teasingly.

It took a while for Nayleia to recall her purpose, with Ronon tantalizing her the way he was. When she felt him reach for the ties that held her dress closed, she focused enough to quickly rise off him and begin to take off his clothing. First his shirt then she began to unbuckle his belt to remove his pants. Ronon pushed away her hands and tried to do it himself, only to have her glare at him until he left her to complete the job.

His pants and underwear followed the belt a short time later, leaving him naked to her hungry gaze. Nayleia had seen Ronon naked many times, but she realized that she had never really looked at him, or more specifically, looked at the part of him that gave her the most pleasure. She forced herself to look at him now, taking in his thick prodigious length, thrusting proudly from a luxuriant forest of dark brown hair.

Nayleia didn’t stop to think about what she was doing, she simply sank down next to him and lowered her head to enclosed Ronon’s cock with her mouth. She felt him jump in surprise and he tried to push her head away. She ignored his attempts to dislodge her by batting away his hands; instead she began to slowly lick the helmeted head of his cock. During the time they were lovers, she had never touched him intimately after that first night when he had forced her to touch him. She had been curious about his body for some time but being naturally shy, she had been afraid to touch him. At least until Teyla told her that she should, and that all men loved to have their penises licked and sucked.

Ronon felt Nayleia’s warm mouth around his cock and tried half-heartedly to push her off. He had never insisted that she touch any particular part of his body, and in fact he had been quite content to be the more aggressive sexual partner. Now, as she lightly flicked her tongue across the head of his cock, his body tensed in anticipation. When she began to suck in earnest, running her moist tongue around his pulsating shaft and kissing the helmeted head, he almost forgot to breathe.

~He smelled so good, ~ Nayleia thought, burying her face in Ronon’s lap as she worked her lips down to the base of his shaft.

She had never expected him to smell so provocative, like spices and leather and his own special scent all mixed up in one. He shifted restlessly as she rained soft, moist kisses along his shaft, finally swallowing him into her mouth as far as he’d go. He was ramrod stiff, filling her mouth completely, causing her teeth to lightly graze his flesh. Nayleia moved her head up and down to simulate the sex act, and felt Ronon push deeper into her mouth as he bucked in response; all the while groaning deeply and making incoherent sounds at the back of his throat.

Unable to take the anticipation any longer, Nayleia delivered one final kiss then rose up from the platform and quickly disrobed. Without preamble, she climbed back on top of Ronon and lowered herself onto his fully erect cock. Her pussy was so slick with wanting him that when he grasped her hips and slammed her down on his shaft, he filled her immediately. Nayleia gasped as Ronon’s thick cock stretched her exquisitely, creating an intense pressure deep inside her that begged to be released. She rocked back her hips, and rose up slightly so that she could slowly sink down onto Ronon’s hard length once again. Over and over she rose up and slowly lowered herself, using her intimate flesh to caress the length of Ronon’s cock. It wasn’t long before they were both gasping and groaning, every time she rose then lowered herself onto him.

Nayleia didn’t know how it happened, but suddenly she was on her back with her ankles around Ronon’s shoulders as he stroked her deeply. Ronon reached forward to grasp her heaving breasts and gently squeezed her nipples in tandem with his thrusting, causing Nayleia to dig her fingers into his arms and shoulders as she felt herself losing control.
He chose to continue the rhythm she had started, with a slow withdrawal followed by a swift, deep thrust. He grazed her clit with every stroke, causing Nayleia to moan softly as her already excited nerve endings were pushed steadily towards the point of ultimate combustion.

Ronon couldn’t get enough, and he pushed Nayleia’s knees closer and closer to her chest with every thrust, encouraging her to take more and more of his thick hungry cock. He felt her tighten the muscles of her vagina around his shaft and almost exploded with the ecstasy of the sensation. In and out he stroked, grinding himself against her clit. Ronon felt himself losing control, as Nayleia tightened herself around him again and again, timing the action to coincide with his inward thrust. He felt as if she was trying to milk him with her inner muscles.

The climax, when it happened, caught them both off guard. They were each so intent on increasing the pleasure of the other, and getting the other to lose control, that neither registered their own approaching orgasm until it hit. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over their slick bodies, as they strained towards each other. Ronon cried out Nayleia’s name as he buried himself deeply within her, filling her with his seed and triggering Nayleia’s answering cry as her own orgasm washed over her, leaving her shuddering, limp, and satiated.

~Who would have thought that such a dismal beginning could have such a fantastic, thrilling ending? ~ Nayleia thought, as she joined Ronon in drifting off into a satisfied sleep.

Fin.