NT veRse - Aniyub 5 - Complete

Neil concentrated. Amun lunged right. He moved left; a feint. Neil deflected the blade with his own and counter attacked to Amun's right. The Aniyub hopped back, his ears twitching at each movement Neil made. Neil closed the distance between him and Amun; Dodge, dodge, dodge. A counter attack on the last swipe. Amun lunged to the center of Neil's body. No chance to dodge. Neil instead used the superior reach of his weapon to ward his Brother-in-Law off from the deadly attack. Amun tried to circle around but found Neil's sword constantly keeping him at bay as he turned precisely to match the movement. Neil smiled and drew his sword back for a strike. Amun was ready, but as it was being drawn to Neil's side for the wind up he ran his nails coarsely along the metal to make a shrill scraping sound that jammed Amun's hearing for an instant. Neil thrust the blade past Amun's neck. A near miss. Close enough to show what could've happened.

Amun nodded solemnly. “It's over.”

Neil gave a nod and held out his hand expectantly as he sheathed his sword. “At this point, as promised I'll take it from here.”Amun offered the handle of his dagger to Neil. It was a ceremonial piece. Effective and enchanted with poison, but also symbolic to the role of a protector and aid to the Princess and eventually the Queen. Not just an Assassin. Neil took the dagger, weighed it and balanced it on his finger for a moment, then tossed it up in the air and caught it before stuffing it into his belt beside his Tryskan short-sword. It was the only thing from his home land that he had on him. His own common attire had very much shifted to that of the Aniyub. Gold bracelets wrapped around his arms with scaled patterns; they held and clasped thin white cloth that wrapped around his waist like a kilt. On his feet he wore leather sandals and around his neck, something akin to a gold choker in a similar scale pattern to his jewelry. He wore it proudly. In a year he had adopted the Aniyub culture as his own, or rather, it had adopted him and welcomed him as a piece of it.

His body had changed as well. Not his pale skin which still had difficulty in the sun without protection but the shape of it. His chest was mostly bare and showed the results of training. He had become built more like a soldier than a noble thanks to Cyyani's instruction and thanks to Amun's sparring, he had become quite proficient. The end goal was reached. He had surpassed Amun, which undoubtedly meant that he had surpassed Cyyani in strength long, long before this point.

Neil turned around as Amun backed away and lowered his head to see Cyyani clapping. She was seated comfortably on the edge of the training grounds, he belly was big, so she was in a far more vulnerable state than at any other point in which he was with her. But all of his training and conditioning was for this moment. He walked back towards her.

“Well?” She asked with a coy smirk. They both knew who was stronger, who could overpower who but there was something key that entered into the equation. As Neil stepped forward, without even meaning to his legs grew weak around her. He could muster the strength to steady himself and remain standing in front of her he could, but the kicker was that he simply did not want to. Despite his ascension in strength, he fell to his knees in front of Cyyani and closed his eyes.

“What is there to say... Except that-” He spoke in flawless Aniyufaran. Everything he had was hers at this point. His language, his dress, his body. It was all built around her and he did not mind at all, so it could be said that his mind was broken down and remade around her as well, with all of the pieces that made Neil still intact, to an extent. It was enough that he knew where he came from and what she had done for him.
'For.' He smiled at that wording. It was thought naturally. The framing of things. It was all in her favor. He repeated an Aniyub saying:
“I am a Slave to you, Cyyani. I am a 'hound' in your house.”

She breathed in those satisfactory words and lifted her chin. Her hand reached down and wove affectionately through his dark hair.
“Brilliant. But you are more than that, aren't you?” Her other hand rubbed her round belly, the button in the middle was pushed out slightly. Neil nodded and opened his eyes.

“Have they said that it is a girl?” Neil asked.

“She is.” Cyyani beamed.

Neil leaned forward and smooched her belly lovingly as soon as he heard the news. “That's perfect! That's just so...” He inhaled, reigning in his emotions. He genuinely felt happy. He was pleased and honored and excited when she became pregnant after their first encounter but he felt proud and honestly joyful when he was told that his first child with her was a girl.
“It's perfect.” Her hand that had woven into his hair caressed down the side of his face to his chin. She tilted his head up.

“You are perfect, darling.” Cyyani claimed.

“Stop...”

“Are you denying me?”

Neil shook his head. “No, I apologize, Cyyani. It's as you say.”

“Why can't something I made be perfect.” She feigned a pout.
“You, who are shaped over time from a lump of clay into the man you are now? How should I 'not' act proud over what I've done?”

“You're right. I'm...” Neil smiled genuinely.
“I'm so happy that you chose me. That you helped me reach this point and now our beautiful girl is set to be born within weeks.” He kissed her belly again, and rubbed over it with his hands.
“I'll pray to Mara that she takes after you.”

Cyyani was actually blushing. “Look after me, Love.” She asked. Her legs that had been close as he knelt in front of her opened wide. Neil immediately lowered himself further and kissed along her thigh to her sex. He spread the folds and licked between them. He was careful with the positioning of his head so to not bump her overhanging belly. As she relaxed, Neil relaxed his body and his mind but not his efforts. He pressed his thumb over her button and rubbed ina  circular motions while his tongue pushed inside and turned and curled and pressed up against the smooth, tight walls. He felt immense satisfaction as she let out a labored breath; something he knew meant pleasure.
“Yes...” She intoned.
“Keep going.” It was not a 'beg' because he would never let her beg to him. It was merely encouragement that he accepted. Neil continued along his course, feeling her heart rate rise as he increased his pace both in his thumb and in his tongue. After another minute of going just like that she ordered, as if speaking to an animal.
“Hands.”

Instinctively Neil nodded and raised his hands. He was satisfied to feel her fingers weave between his. She pulled him up and smiled widely at him. She was not saying it, but her sultry eyes spoke the words to him that screamed 'Fuck me.' Neil nodded ecstatically and drew his cock from beneath the cloth wrap that covered his legs and his groin. His cock was ready quickly, because it was waiting to be ready. He was not going to become hard unless she needed him to, but she did he needed to be immediately, without question. That type of 'selective chastity was among just one of the bits of individual training he went through during their time together. He gave himself one deep inhale as the only other preparation he needed before pushing his long, hard, curved cock up into her sex. He pushed until he felt the cervix, then pulled back.
“Careful! You fool.” She was feigning anger. He knew when she was angry and when she was playing. Understanding those tones was the luxury afforded to him after being with her for so long. If it was not enough to know that, when he looked at her she wide grinning and licking across her lips hungrily.
“Kiss me, fool.” She ordered.

“Of course.” He thrust deep inside her, bringing about a small twitch in her body as he leaned forward and kissed her while being very careful of her belly. She released one of his hands and touched his face around the cheek as he kissed her. As he pulled back and he kept thrusting, she was drooling faintly, her  ears were going wild and she was sitting, so he could not see it but it was likely that her tail was, too. It were these moments of weakness of hers that he was only allowed to see because of how utterly subservient he was. There was no chance that he would use her, or take advantage of her, or hold anything over her. In a strange, warped way, as Neil became perfectly submissive it freed her up to show vulnerability around him that would not be possible with any other man. As he continued to fuck her she mewled and moaned and he shouldered those slip-ups respectfully, content to hear them as a sign of her joy, without treating them as a form of weakness.  Neil angled himself over her, still holding her right hand with his left he rested a hand on the side of her head near her ear and ran his thumb gently up and down the inside. That ear went positively wild as he curled over her form and rutted into her a few last times at a very specific angle so as to bring her to orgasm. She breathed heavily and pulled him in for another kiss once she had finished cumming. Neil drew his cock from her, white leaking out of her from his own subtle orgasm. He did not dwell on it, nor need it to be, but it happened.

“Help me up.” She asked.

“Yes.” He kept her hand, leaned back and pulled her up, then supported her weight by allowing her to lean on him. She breathed and held her belly at the bottom of the bulb. She smiled warmly at him. Neil blushed. It was in these moments that he understand the basic conceit of Aniyub's Matriarchy. The tyrant of a woman that had ruled over him, broke him down and arguably abused him into subservience was weak as a kitten beside him. She did not require it, so to speak, but she enjoyed his help to move. In seemingly micro representation of the society he could overpower her and force his own rules upon her, but the nature of the conditioning placed upon his mind and body were to make it so that he did not want to. His strength, in his mind, was for her and their child. So long as he remained strong, they would both be safe and that was simply his duty as a man while she was performing her duty to society as a woman. It was laid out as a selfless thing to give birth and to love a child and to even discipline them and bring them up in the culture in the event that they were a boy. The children were always brought born from and brought up by the Mother, primarily. A less generous version of Neil would call it indoctrination. His current self saw it as obvious.
“Where to, Cyyani?” Neil asked attentively.

“I want to see my sister.” She gave Neil a glance and added.
“If her husband is there then I suppose you two can catch up, as well.” She offered generously.

“Ceirel.” Neil smiled brightly.
“I haven't seen him in so long.”

“Your mother, too. When will I meet her?” Cyyani probed him for a reaction before she expected a response.

Neil gulped. “W-well... I suppose it is whenever you would like? It may be hard for her to be brought across the world. She is the Matriarch of my family, so I worry about her health.”

“Good point. The Matriarch of your family deserves more consideration.” She patted her belly.
“When this child is born and out of her difficult stages we will take the trip, the three of us.”

Neil nodded. “That sounds wonderful!”

“Doesn't it? Oh!” Cyyani chuckled before grunting and bending over, still with his support.

“What is it?” He asked.

“She kicked me! It was a good kick, too...” She muttered.

“It's a good thing she's a girl.” Neil said proudly.

“It is!” Cyyani insisted.
“She obviously takes after me... Kicking her mother like that.” The Aniyub clicked her tongue as she continued to step forward carefully in Neil's arms.

He chuckled nervously. “I suppose it's a vision of what can be expected.”

Cyyani smirked. “Oh, you're going to be a jungle gym, if she's like me.” Neil laughed. He actually felt like he was looking forward to it.

“Thank you...” He said seriously.

“What's this now?” She grumbled.

“I have a life here. I'm happy. I thought I was going to be miserable for the rest of my life, but that was just the hardship that had to come before the reward. I love it here. I love you. I love our child and she isn't even born yet.”

Cyyani looked at him with surprise. He saw the rare display of her cheeks glowing bright. “W-well, that's good! That's what is intended, obviously. I was doing all of it for your good... I said that the whole time.”

“I didn't believe you, but now I feel it. It's real. So... Thank you.” He reiterated. Cyyani sighed and leaned on him after he said that.
“I don't want to see my Sister anymore.”

“Where would you like to go?” Neil asked attentively.

“I want to go to bed.” She paused and stared at him.
“With you.”

“As you wish.” Neil smiled widely and diverted their course.

-

Neil left the cabin of the ship to appraise the familiar shores of Southern Trysk. “We're here!”

“Daddy!” He heard a shrill, young voice call to him as Cyyani walked out the door past him with her arms crossed. Her body had long-since recovered, but there was another subtle bump forming quite prominently beneath her toned stomach. She inhaled the sea air. Meanwhile, Neil turned and grinned, dropping down to one knee.

“Yes?”

“Up!” A little girl with light bronze skin and perky little black Jackal ears and a small tail stood in the door after calling out to Neil demanding.

“Of course!” He grinned proudly and extended a hand, only for the child to crawl up his arm and sit atop his shoulders. He rose up.

“What do you say, Nyyami?” Cyyani asked in a guiding tone.

The girl lowered her head and added. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“He's not just any man, he's your father.” Cyyani corrected, winking at you. She held out her hand for Neil to take. The two walked off the ship together. The Trskans at the dock gawked at the unusual sight of the pale, built human in traditional Aniyub garb.

“I don't mind doting on my girl, just like I adore serving her mother.” Neil offered in an upbeat tone.

Cyyani smirked. “You're spoiling her. You don't 'need' to serve your daughter.”

“I want to.” He stated genuinely.

A sly look crossed her. She nodded approvingly. “Good boy...” She said quietly into his ear. He shuddered.

It was a day-long trip before they arrived to the family manor. The servants greeted them. “These ones are polite, but they may not be to your liking.” He said nervously as they passed the maids and the butler.

“Oh gods.” Cyyani rolled her eyes.
“The women serving like this? You warned me but it's still sickening.” She stuck out her tongue.

“Sickn'ing!” Nyyami repeated, copying her mother. Neil looked to the Butler, shocked at his former Master's appearance, and entourage.

He leaned over. “Please dismiss all the maids on a paid break while we're here. My wife does not like them.”

“Of course, Suh!” The butler cleared his throat and dismissed all of them as Neil asked. They were lead into the sitting room where his mother sat next to a roaring fire, a blanket over her lap. Her expression brightened as Neil entered the room.

“You're b-” She began, stopped by the sight of her son kneeling down at the side of her chair with his head lowered.

“You look not a day older then when I left, Mother. I've returned to introduce you to Cyyani, my Wife and Nyyami, our daughter.” He presented respectfully. He presented a deference towards her that she had never experienced before. She was too stunned to speak in full words before each new happening.
“W-” She was stopped again by Cyyani kneeling at his side.

“Mother-In-Law. I present myself to you, respectfully. Your house is beautiful.”

“Thank-” The poor old woman was interrupted again as Cyyani looked to her daughter. Nyyani knelt down between Neil and her and copied her mother.

“Grandma...” She said, doing her best to speak the woman's tongue.

“Your granddaughter.” Cyyani presented.

Neil's mother felt overwhelmed, but she behaved in a way that felt natural to her. “P-please stop kneeling. Goodness.” Nyyami was the first to rise up and climb onto her Grandmother's lap.
“Oh my!”

“Girl!” Cyyani snapped. The girls ears drooped and she looked to be about to get down, but Neil's mother simply chuckled loudly and pulled her back.

“A little climber! I love it. She is adorable!” She rested a hand on Neil's shoulder.
“I love her...” As his mother showed pleasure at her granddaughter and to a lesser extend his behavior, Neil shuddered and felt complete.