Nayleia's Heritage

***INDUCTION INTO WOMANHOOD***

The sounds of combat filtered through the gym doors and reached Nayleia as she approached the facility. Drawing nearer, she realized that she felt even more confident about seeking out Ronon. That realization helped her shed the last of her inhibitions and the shyness she felt around men. She didn’t want to be shy around Ronon…not right now.

The door swung open freely when she hit the palm-plate and as she had hoped, Ronon was there. His attention was focused on a single opponent, with whom he was engaged in hand to hand combat while several individuals looked on. Nayleia entered quietly and slipped behind the onlookers to observe the action without drawing attention to her presence.

It was the first time she saw Ronon in action, and she was dumbstruck. When Sheppard had taken her to the gym the first time, Ronon had stopped fighting to stare at her, and had ended up on his back. She remembered well how Sheppard had laughed about it at the time, though she had not thought the event a significant one. Now, seeing him exchange blows with his opponent, Nayleia understood. Ronon was magnificent in his ferocity. The level of his skill was way beyond that of his opponent, who struggled to keep up and avoid serious injury. Before long Nayleia realized Ronon was holding back and she knew then that in a real fight his opponent would have been dead in less than a minute.

~If this is the way he and the rest of the Atlanteans fight, why did they allow themselves to be caught? ~

With an incredulous shake of her head at Ronon’s spectacular take-down of his opponent, Nayleia decided to try to slip back out. She felt confused and disorientated by what she had just witnessed.

She had almost reached the exit when Ronon spotted her retreat from among the onlookers. He hadn’t noticed her presence before and he tried to dampen the surge of joy that welled up when he realized she had been watching him. Quickly, making apologies to the others that wanted a chance at him, he rushed out of the gym hoping to catch her. Nayleia was moving quickly, and it took all his speed as a Runner to catch up to her as she entered the Turbo Lift; he just barely managed to squeeze in before the doors slammed shut.

Nayleia had been so intent on her own thoughts she didn’t realize that Ronon had been chasing her until his large body rushed into the lift behind her.

“Where to?” Ronon asked Nayleia without any preamble.

He stood in front of the touch pad so she had no choice other than to tell him a destination. When she had left the gym, she had intended to return to her room to brood. Ronon’s presence in the lift reminded her of the reason why she had sought out him in the first place; and taking in his flushed face and relaxed stance, Nayleia made her decision.

“Why don’t you take me to your room?” Nayleia said boldly, causing Ronon to straighten up in surprise.

Ronon did not respond at first but stood absolutely still, staring at Nayleia. She returned his probing stare with a bold, challenging one of her own. Finally Ronon expelled the breath he had been holding and turned away from her.

“You don’t want to go to my room,” he stated simply as he punched in the number for the level where Nayleia’s room was.

“Yes I do,” Nayleia replied, reaching past his turned back to stop the lift.

“Nayleia I don’t ---”

“Listen Ronon,” Nayleia said, interrupting Ronon, “if you’re going to tell me I don’t know what I want then please save yourself some trouble. I’ve never been more certain what I want.”

Ronon turned and stared at Nayleia silently, intensely before answering.

“I wasn’t going to say that, I can see quite clearly that you truly think you need to go to my room,” he said simply.

Nayleia felt herself flush in embarrassment at his words. She could feel her shyness about to bubble to the surface, destroying her resolve. Almost of its own volition, her hand reached towards the touch pad to key in her room level…it was time to escape. Her hand never made contact with the touch pad.

Ronon’s large calloused hand captured Nayleia’s smaller one in his and he used his grip to pull her closer to him until their bodies were the barest distance apart. Nayleia could feel the intensity of his gaze as he stood rock still waiting for her. Finally, she raised her head and allowed her eyes to meet his, almost fainting from the waves of desire he projected to her.

“I was going to say…I don’t think I’d be able to keep my hands off you if you’re in my room,” Ronon said softly, his very nearness causing his breath to gently ruffle Nayleia’s hair.

Nayleia smiled in relief and closed the distance between them so that her full breasts rested against Ronon’s chest and she was able to lean towards his ear and softly whisper:

“I want your hands on me…I want you to show me what it means to be a woman.”

Ronon’s hesitation lasted only the space of a single heartbeat, and then Nayleia found herself fully enwrapped in his strong embrace being expertly kissed. It was her first true kiss and she wasn’t disappointed. Ronon lips enveloped hers and his tongue gently stroked hers in a twisting dance that left her breathless and needy. Nayleia wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tangled her fingers in his hair as she tried to get even closer, to lose herself in him. Finally he reluctantly broke off the kiss and still holding her hand with one of his, he punched in the level of his quarters.


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Ronon and Nayleia practically ran down the corridor hand in hand to his room. He palmed open the room and drew Nayleia in behind him, sealing the door against intruders. They were back in each other’s arms almost immediately. Ronon coiled Nayleia’s thick, waist length hair around his hands and used his fingers to massage her scalp as he continued his assault on her lips. Nayleia reached between their bodies to slide her hands beneath Ronon’s shirt. Her questing fingers encountered crisp hair, a firm stomach and a muscular chest. She was intrigued by his flat nipples and allowed her fingers to brush against the tautened peaks, causing Ronon to draw a sharp breath and capture her hands in his.

“I think it’s time for your second lesson. You’ve had your first true kiss; it’s now time to find out about a man’s body,” Ronon said, while leading Nayleia to his sleeping platform.

Ronon pushed Nayleia into a seated position on the padded platform then stepped back away from her to begin removing his clothing. He had always been confident about the physical appeal of his body, but today he felt self conscious as he disrobed under Nayleia’s curious gaze. As he removed his shirt he kept his eyes on her watching her reactions, looking to see if his body pleased or repulsed her.

Nayleia’s eyes eagerly perused the entire length and breath of Ronon’s chest. The dark brown hairs intrigued her and she reached out to run a single finger down the cleft of his chest along the hairy pathway that disappeared below his waistband. Her eyes followed the fascinating pathway she traced with her finger, and so, when she reached the top of his waistband she suddenly realized where the fuzzy track was leading. Ronon held back his amusement as he observe her hurried removal of that single finger, as a bright red tinge developed on her face. It was time to continue the lesson.

Ronon’s hands reached for his belt and he slowly unbuckled it. If the circumstances had been different he would not have removed his pants so soon in the flow of things. As it was, he felt that Nayleia needed that extra opportunity to say no, before they went any further. She had to see all of him.

The thick leather belt opened easily and Ronon pulled it out of the loops of his pants, dropping it beside the sleeping platform. Next he unbuttoned his leather pants and slipped these over his hips and legs, finally tossing them aside. His wrist bands followed the pants leaving him standing in only the short body wrap that served as his underwear. Ronon took Nayleia’s hands and placed them on the body wrap. She had looked away when he began unbuckling his belt, now she was forced to acknowledge the virile male body that was positioned directly in front of her.

Nayleia raised her eyes to Ronon’s as he moved her hands to the bulging front of his body wrap. Without preamble he slid Nayleia’s hands under the fabric and molded her fingers around his aroused flesh. A strangled sound burst from Nayleia’s lips as Ronon proceeded to move her hands in a caressing manner over his engorged maleness. Though the feel of her soft, warm hands on his sensitive flesh drove him mad with desire, he continued his actions until he felt a lessening of the tenseness in Nayleia’s hands.

Nayleia never knew when Ronon released her hands, leaving them to continue their explorations. She was totally captivated by the contradictory sensations of the silky sheath covering his rigid hardness. It took all Ronon willpower to resist the urges that Nayleia’s handling generated in him. He quickly loosened the body wrap and allowed it to fall to his feet. His now free member surged into Nayleia’s hands, drawing a shocked gasp from her lips.

Never before had Nayleia held a man’s member in her hands. The strength and power of Ronon’s throbbing shaft both frightened and intrigued her. Her first instinct, which she quickly managed to dampen, was to release the bold appendage. Instead, she slid her hand down his length, luxuriating in the barely restrained power she felt throbbing just beneath the skin. Nayleia decided at that moment that it was the most beautiful male member she had ever seen. The thick shaft and glistening helmeted head called to her and she allowed her fingers to brush over the head, feeling its velvet texture.

Ronon groaned at Nayleia’s naïve touch which was more provocative than the most experience caress. He had seen her momentary fear and admired her determination to forge forward despite her obvious recall of her past unpleasant experiences with men. He reached out to draw Nayleia back to her feet and captured her lips once more in a passionate kiss. Ronon quickly drew her top over her head, freeing her full breasts to his hungry gaze; then drawing his eyes away from her tempting breasts, he pushed her back down to the platform to remove her pants and underwear.

Nayleia submitted to Ronon’s removal of her clothing with growing apprehension. Past experience had taught her that being naked in the presence of a man would lead to pain, discomfort and humiliation. By the time the last piece of Nayleia’s clothing was removed, she had forgotten the pleasurable sensations that Ronon’s kisses had elicited. Instead of responding with growing ardor, she was stretched out stiff as a board with her eyes focused on some point beyond Ronon’s shoulder.

Ronon completed the removal of Nayleia’s clothing and then lay down beside her on the platform. He had observed her growing alarm and subsequent near-frozen state. Based on references she had made and what had happened between them previously, he thought he understood the reason for her state. Ronon decided to forge ahead anyway, instinctively knowing that was what Nayleia would want. She had said she wanted to be free of Harla’s manipulations; the only way was for him to show her that the joining between a man and a woman could be the most wonderful experience a person has.

Ronon gently kissed Nayleia’s cold lips and lightly ran his hands over her arms as if trying to warm her. There was no answering response from Nayleia. Not deterred, Ronon continued to caress Nayleia by running his hands over her hips and breasts. He kissed her again but with a lot more passion, then bent his head to suckle her breasts one then the other, alternating between them. As Ronon continued to lick and suck on Nayleia’s breasts, he allowed his questing hands to stray to the junction of her thighs. His fingers parted the soft curls that guarded the entrance to her secret place and he lightly massaged the nub of sensitive flesh located at her core.

The sequence to shudders that ran through Nayleia’s body was Ronon’s first indication that his tender caresses were finally reaching Nayleia in the corner of her mind to which she had retreated. The stiffness seemed to leave Nayleia’s body and she sagged back in a naturally languorous pose, allowing Ronon’s hands greater access to her body. Calloused fingers probed the entrance to her slick well and gently pushed into the tight opening. In and out, up and down, Ronon moved his fingers until he had inserted one then two into Nayleia’s moistness. She moved restlessly and her bucking hips called to Ronon to give her more, yet he held back and continued to lick and suck her aching breasts and use his hands to tease her woman’s flesh to readiness.

Nayleia groaned in disappointment when Ronon stopped his actions and moved away from her. She didn’t know what to expect of their joining, yet she knew that she was finally ready to experience it all. The feel of Ronon’s raspy tongue and hot mouth on her breast was unlike anything she had imagined and generated pulsations at her core. His hands touched her where no other hands had touched her before, and the sensations were exhilarating. When Ronon finally settled himself between Nayleia’s thighs and lowered his head to her throbbing center she could not stop the gasp that escaped her lips. No man had ever kissed her in such a manner, nor had her flesh ever felt so alive.

Ronon plunged his tongue over and over into Nayleia’s moistness and ran his tongue over her sensitive folds. He lightly sucked on her sensitive clit, while reaching up to grasp her breasts and lightly squeeze and caress them. When he felt Nayleia’s hands grab his head to draw him even closer to her flesh, as she restlessly undulated her hips, he knew that he had broken down her barriers. She was ready to truly experience the joining of a man to a woman.

Ronon rose to position himself between Nayleia’s splayed legs and in one swift stroke he entered Nayleia’s throbbing well. Her gasp of surprise turned into a groan of pleasure as she felt the vitality and power of Ronon’s cock touch her in a way she had not thought possible. Her sigh of disappointment as he withdrew became cry of pleasure as he slammed back into her hot well, only to repeat the action again and again.

Ronon fervently stroked Nayleia’s slick pussy with his throbbing cock, causing them both to make incoherent sounds of intense passion. The slapping sounds of their moist flesh coming together liberally mixed in with cries of ardor, filled the air of the room. Ronon felt as if he would burst and tried to slow things down to give Nayleia as much pleasure as he could. She felt him change his movements and ground herself onto his cock, wrapping her legs around his waist to urge him on. Ronon groaned when Nayleia’s new position granted him even greater access to her moist center. He grabbed her hands and drew them over her head as he slammed into her once, twice, and a third time, before he lost control. He could hear Nayleia’s cries as if from the distance and he felt her body’s trembling shudders of orgasmic release. His own release left him gasping from the intensity, as he quickly withdrew and pumped his hot seed onto Nayleia’s belly.

TBC