Nafaria pulled his sunglasses up onto his head and looked around him. His space ship was behind him, a crashed space ship was infront of him. He looked around. He was on a desert planet, the sun was high in the sky. He put his sunglasses on again. He psychically scanned the surrounding area, then walked towards an area of sand dunes to his right.
"If he is here, Nafaria, he's dead." His pilot, Dabafa, said from behind the crashed ship. "He's been here at least two days and he would have been injured."
"I can feel him, he's alive."
"Then he'll need food, live food and we don't have any." Dabafa said as he followed.
"I can feed him."
"You're Nakarda."
"You have never complained when I have fed you." Nafaria turned and saw Karnafa sitting against a sand dune. His eyes were closed and his mouth hung open.
"Looks dead to me."
Nafaria ignored him and went over to the Karnafa. He knelt down next to him and touched his cheek with his hand.
"Hey" He said gently. Karnafa opened his eyes. "This is a stupid way to kill yourself, Karnafa."
Karnafa smiled slightly.
"I thought you were dead."
"It'll take more than that to kill me."
"I don't want to die, Nafaria. I brought the ship under control. But I will die, I can't breathe, theres no food out here, I need to feed."
"Then feed." Nafaria offered Karnafa his wrist.
"I can't! You're Nakarda!"
"I can satisfy you. Feed and live Karnafa."
Karnafa bent forward and bit into Nafaria's wrist, drinking his blood slowly. He drank for about five minutes and then pulled away. Nafaria flexed his wrist slowly.
"You take enough?"
"It will last until we get back to Nakarda."
"We're not going back. You'll be arrested if we go back." Nafaria helped Karnafa up and helped him towards the ship.
"I deserve it. I tried to kill you."
It had been five years since Nafaria had be accepted as a Nakarda warrior. Since then they had fought regularly, Nafaria had never lost to Karnafa. Except for their fight the week before when Karnafa had drugged Nafaria with an electric stimulant. During the fight, Nafaria had lost consciousness. Karnafa had been declared the winner until the authorities found out what he had done. Karnafa had escaped, everyone assumed he would commit suicide: it would be an honourable death.
Nafaria put Karnafa into a sleeper and then went back to the bridge.
"You rest, Dabafa. I will pilot." He said.
"I'm not in need of rest, Nafaria. Don't worry."
"If I could not hear your thoughts I would not be worried. I know that you have set a course to Nakarda. I know you will alert the authorities about my apparent ignorance of Nakarda law. I know you cannot be trusted. So either retire to your room remembering that your thoughts are not secret or leave my ship."
Dabafa turned and went to his room. Nafaria sighed and programmed in the co-ordinates.
*
Karnafa walked slowly onto the bridge. Nafaria was sitting on a chair with his feet on a table and his eyes closed. His hands were on his head. Karnafa knew he was scanning the environment. Nafaria's psychic ability was phenomenal. He was able to scan whole planets from light years away and pick out the thoughts of one person. He was able to hide himself and his entire ship from Nakarda scans. His natural ability as a breeder had allowed him to become the strongest psychic Nakarda had ever seen.
Karnafa stood next to Nafaria silently. He knew he didn't have to speak, Nafaria would pick up on his need. He was hungry again: he needed a full feed not just five minutes from Nafaria's wrist. He needed to slowly undress Nafaria and kiss every part of his body, feeling the liquid food running under his skin until he couldn't bear it anymore. Then he'd bite into his neck and suck the blood out of him, feeling the life infuse into his system bringing his libido to life. He'd slowly push himself if Nafaria until Nafaria was gasping for breathe under him.
Nafaria looked up at him, his eyes glazed slightly. He offered Karnafa his wrist. Karnafa gazed at it in shock.
"This is not what I need."
"I am Nakarda, I cannot satisfy your needs."
"You said you could earlier! If you'd taken me back to Nakarda I would've been fed by now. I may be in jail but at least I wouldn't be on the edge of death. A wrist feed will not save me now!"
Nafaria waved a hand at him, Karnafa flew across the room and hit the wall. Nafaria went over to him and touched his hand to Karnafa's head.
"This is what submission is like. I hated this when it was what I expected to do." Nafaria showed him the memories of what he experienced with the two Nakarda.
"It wouldn't be like that, Nafaria. I care for you." Karnafa thought of all the times he had been with breeders; there were plenty of breeders who would have equally uncomfortable memories but with him in the lead role. "I'm sorry, Nafaria." Karnafa leaned back on the wall, gasping for breath. He'd suffocate slowly within the next half hour.
"O gosh, Karnafa. You're going to die if I don't feed you." Nafaria pushed his wrist to Karnafa's mouth. Karnafa bit into him unable to refuse him.
Nafaria helped Karnafa to his feet and took him back to his room. Then he knelt down before him.
"What are you doing, Nafaria?"
"I submit to you."
"You can't, Nafaria."
"I am, Karnafa."
*
Karnafa gently stroked Nafaria's head as he lay unconscious on his chest. It had been four eons since the start of Nafaria's submission. Karnafa was completely satisfied: he wouldn't have to feed for another couple of weeks now. Nafaria's blood was the best he had ever tasted; wild and full of strength.
Nafaria was stronger than any of the breeders Karnafa had ever been with before. Karnafa had been so rough with him, he'd rammed himself so hard into Nafaria that he'd screamed in pain. Karnafa had loved the feeling he got from hearing Nafaria scream.
He slowly rolled Nafaria away from him and went into the shower. He telepathically felt Nafaria wake up. This was a new experience for him; he had never seen thoughts in colour before. Nafaria's mind was like a golden crystal, sharp and full of hidden, deep, black crevies. Karnafa probed further into Nafaria's mind. Suddenly, all the hidden parts of Nafaria's mind disappeared.
"Don't search me, Karnafa, its rude. Your psychic ability has been enhanced by my blood. It will not last." Nafaria said speaking directly to his mind from the other room.
"What does my mind look like?" Karnafa responded in the same way.
