THIRTEEN
“Yes, baby,” his female moaned above him, grinding her hips down into his mouth. “Right there.”
Devix liked it when she called him ‘baby,’ though he’d been confused about it at first. Eventually, he realized she used it as an endearment, the same way he called her luxiva…fated mate.
It was the next span, according to his Coms. His luxiva had slept soundly next to him, in his quarters, in his sleeping platform, because she’d asked to. Last night, after she showed him ‘kissing,’ as she called it, something Devix enjoyed immensely, she’d whispered to him, “Let’s go to bed.”
Once they reached the lower level, it had seemed like the most natural thing in the universe for his female to climb into his sleeping platform with him. It had seemed like the most natural thing for her to wiggle into his space and for him to hold her tightly against him, as if afraid she’d disappear while he slept.
He’d been lulled to sleep by her deep, even, slow breaths and his last thought, before a much-needed sleep claimed him also, was that he would fall asleep with her, just like that, for the rest of their life spans.
Cara sucked in a sharp breath and Devix clenched her hips harder when she leaned off balance. A purr started in his chest as he laved his tongue over what she’d called her ‘clit,’ a sensitive little bundle of nerves between the lips of her sex. She seemed to like it when he flicked it with the tipped ridge of his tongue.
He’d woken that morning, needing his female, but knowing he couldn’t have her fully. His quarters had been filled with the scent of her, everywhere, and he figured that was why he’d been plagued by erotic dreams that had him thrusting his cock against the sleeping platform unconsciously, trying to get relief. His movements had woken his luxiva, who in turn had woken him. And she’d woken him by firmly palming his cock through the leg coverings he’d worn to sleep, her small hand trying to wrap all the way around.
Devix had woke growling, his Instinct too close to the surface since he’d lowered his guard in sleep. He’d been just about to rip off his leg coverings, flip his female over on her front, and mount her from behind…but then reality came rushing back.
It shook him just how close he’d come to losing control, but his Cara was wanting and her need called on him to satisfy her.
So, he’d distracted her. He pulled her over him with ease, situating her until her wet, aching cunt was hovering just above his mouth. And then he worked his female, lapping at her clit, her cunt, until a steady gasping, keening moan filled the room.
And now, she rotated her hips against his lips, his greedy, wanton female. Then, too consumed by her pleasure, she pitched to the side, unbalanced again, and grasped his horns to right herself.
And Devix bellowed out his pleasure against her.
Cara gasped, releasing them for a moment, no doubt thinking she’d hurt him. Selfishly, Devix, hardly trusting that his voice would be recognizable at the moment, replaced her hands.
His eyes looked up at her. Such a tantalizing angle. His female, with her soaked cunt just a breath away, the flat planes of her soft belly, the underside, generous curve her breasts, and her eyes…those beautiful eyes. They were looking down at him, half-lidded, and she murmured, “It feels good?”
She gave an experimental squeeze, stroking the hard, smooth bone that jutted from his crown. Devix groaned, his eyes squeezing shut briefly. The horns were worshipped in Luxirian culture, an indicator of virility and strength and potency. It was why Luxirians guarded them so fiercely, why injury to them was an injury to a male’s social status. Only trusted Breeding partners and mates could touch them.
It certainly didn’t hurt that touching them in the height of sexual pleasure felt like a stroke of the cock, only slightly less intense.
“Tev,” he rasped. “More, female.”
His varx drew up tightly underneath his cock, which was pulsing and harder than he ever remembered it before. Every stroke of her hand over his horns made more pre-cum push from the tip, wetting the front of his leg coverings. His hips rose from the sleeping platform, fucking the air with a clawing desperation, as he tongued his mate.
Cara writhed over his mouth, her lush breasts bobbing, as more of her arousal wet his lips.
“I-I’m cumming,” she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut, hands gripping his horns so tightly as if she never wanted to let them go.
“Look at me,” he growled, his breath coasting gently over her exposed sex, before he continued, lapping at her with more ferocity, concentrating on her clit.
Cara’s head lolled forward and her eyes slid open halfway to look at him. Devix purred and her choked gasp met him as it vibrated over her sensitive flesh.
“Devix,” she whispered.
And then she was ‘cumming.’
Devix never stopped, needing to drive his mate higher and higher in her pleasure, feeling it feed his own. Her breathy moans and little cries were the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard.
He wanted to spend the rest of his life span hearing them.
Fates, had he ever thought he could truly give her up?
Cara slumped forward after he wrung every last drop from her. Devix was tempted to make her orgasm again, but she let out a shuddering groan of protest when he lapped at her gently.
Instead, he slowly disentangled her hands from his horns, gritting his teeth as the pleasure zapped down his core, and tucked her naked body into his side.
His female caught her breath, sighing against his flesh.
“That’s what I call a good morning,” she murmured up at him, her voice hoarse and rough from her screams and sleep.
“Good morning?” he asked.
“It’s something people say as a greeting to one another. Do Luxirians say something like that?”
Devix thought about it and said, “Tervax rixa.”
“What’s that mean?”
“In your language,” he began, “it roughly translates to ‘battle well.’”
Cara smiled, a small laugh escaping her and Devix found his lips quirking at the sound.
“Not quite the same thing, but I’m not surprised,” she murmured, leaning up on her elbow, her breasts pushing more fully into his side. “Good morning,” she whispered, hovering just above his lips, before she gave him a kiss.
Devix purred in delight and met her kiss with enthusiasm. But he growled and pulled away when her hand began to stray down, seeking his hardened cock.
“I want to,” she said quietly, flicking her tongue out to wet her lips.
He was already shaking his head, “I still fear—”
“That you’ll lose control,” she finished for him with a wave of her hand. “I’ll be careful. No sex, but I just want to make you feel good too.”
Cara distracted him with a small kiss that she slowly deepened, all while her fingers slowly worked at the laces tying his leg coverings.
“Demanding female,” he hissed in pleasure when her hand rubbed against him.
“Please, baby,” she whispered in his ear, flicking out her tongue to run along the column of his neck.
Fates, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut. The ‘baby’ did him in. As if he could ever deny his female anything when she asked so sweetly.
Still…he needed some assurance.
Reaching out to either side of him, so that his arms were splayed wide, the cords of muscles shifting under his flesh, Devix grasped onto the thick rods that kept the sleeping platform in place.
“I vow that I will not release these without your permission, luxiva,” he rasped.
“Wait,” she said. “Take your shirt off first.”
Devix did as she requested, ripping the material in his haste before he tossed it over the sleeping platform edge. Then, he grasped the rods, his forearms flexing.
In another moment, his female proved herself impatient as she threaded the cords from his leg coverings, pushing them down over his hips until they stretched around his upper thighs.
“Oh my God,” his female breathed, coming up to kneel at his side on the sleeping platform, sitting back on her heels. Cara’s eyes tracked down his exposed flesh, biting her bottom lip.
“What is it?” he asked, frowning.
“You’re…you’re huge,” she murmured, never taking her eyes from his cock, which pulsed from her rapt attention.
Devix raised a brow, glancing down at his cock, bobbing on his abdomen, dripping opalescent pre-cum in between the slab of muscles there.
Trepidation hit him. Was his size not acceptable to his female?
“You do not have to—” he began.
“No,” she said, cutting him off. Before he could move to hitch his leg coverings back up, she grasped the base of his cock, making him hiss with pleasure, his hands tightening around the rods of the sleeping platform.
“Luxiva!”
“I was just surprised is all,” Cara said, her hand, impossibly soft and warm, clenching around him. “I knew you were big, but not this big.”
“Is my cock a problem for you, female?” he gritted out, torn between thrusting into her grip or lying still so he didn’t embarrass himself.
“Oh no,” she breathed, leaning over him to give him a kiss, tangling her tongue with his. He wondered if she could taste herself there, his wicked, wicked female. “Your cock is definitely not a problem.”
Relief flooded him. Perhaps if his female ever honored him enough to accept him as a mate, he wouldn’t hurt her with his size.
Devix groaned when she broke the kiss and then shuffled until she was situated between his spread legs.
“You’re beautiful,” she told him, looking into his eyes. “Truly beautiful.”
Devix felt his chest tighten. It was the first time anyone had told him that.
He couldn’t respond, however, because his female turned her attention to his demanding cock between his thighs. She gave an experimental stroke of her fist down his length and through hazy vision, Devix saw her hand couldn’t wrap fully around.
Then he bellowed to the ceiling when she leaned forward and wrapped her soft lips around his crown, taking him into the warmth of her mouth, as her other hand began to stroke the base.
“Vrax, luxiva!” he cursed, when she began to suckle on his ridged head, stars exploding in his vision.
Panting, Devix struggled to keep his Instinct at bay. The beast within told him to mate her, to fuck her lush little body until both of them were sated and too exhausted to move another limb.
Cara suckled the tip of his cock, gripping it tightly as if she was afraid he would take it away from her.
He wanted to reassure her that nothing, not even the Fates, could make him take it away from her now.
She pulled back, releasing him with a wet pop, only to run her tongue up, back and forth, from the very base of his cock to the crown. Devix’s eyes rolled back in his head when she circled the hard knobs that lined the top and bottom.
“Mmmm,” she moaned softly, eyeing them. Stroking his cock, she murmured, “These would feel so good rubbing inside me.”
Pre-cum pushed from his tip and Cara smiled when she saw it. “Tev?” he growled.
“Oh yes,” she replied, squeezing up at his tip, coating her hand in his pre-cum. “They would hit all the right places.”
Devix tilted his head back, scraping his horns into the wall just imagining it.
“Tell me, baby,” she whispered, giving his head another sweet little lap. “How hard would you fuck me?”
Devix almost roared at the pleasure her filthy words gave to him. “As hard as you wish, female.”
“I’d want you to fuck me hard,” she whispered, eyes wide, lips and cheeks flushed with her familiar pinkened color. “Any way you want.”
His semen began to rise steadily in his shaft. As if she sensed he was near, as if she sensed that her words and the fantasies they brought would be his quick undoing, she returned to suck his cock, her hand quickening over his length at the base.
Relentlessly, she pleasured him until he could speak no more words, until he was just a mindless, bellowing beast. But he never did release his hands from the rods. For that, he was thankful he remembered.
He didn’t have time to warn her as his seed burst from his tip, making his spine arch and muscles tense. Cara moaned, half in surprise, half in delight, as he pumped her mouth full.
He roared as the orgasm racked his body, so much more satisfying than the one he’d given himself in the bathing tube. All because it was his luxiva giving him pleasure.
On and on it went, but finally, Devix collapsed, feeling strength infuse his body. Sexual release, sexual energy even, always strengthen Luxirians. It was why most Luxirians chose to mate shortly before leaving for battle and why the unmated warriors sometimes brought pleasure partners with them off planet.
Devix had never felt the kind of strength that filled him now. It was so unlike any strength his former pleasure partners had ever given him.
Now he knew why warriors with fated mates were always more revered, more feared.
When his eyes refocused, he saw Cara smiling, swiping a stray drop of his cum that had leaked from the corner of her mouth.
His chest rumbled and he tugged her to him, finally releasing the rods.
“You bent them,” she commented, eyeing the metal.
He grunted. “I am unsurprised.”
“Poor baby,” she teased. “You’ve been so neglected.”
He growled, situating her more snugly against him. “You will make it up to me, luxiva.”
Cara smiled. “Yes, I will.”
* * *
The span passed in seemingly a single moment.
Eventually, they rose from their morning activities and nourished themselves with travel rations. Although now more than ever, Devix wished he’d brought something more appetizing for his female, especially after he’d discovered she was a ‘chef,’ who cooked ‘good food,’ as she’d proudly told him. The travel rations must taste like soil to her in comparison to her usual diet, something he intended to rectify once they reached Rozun.
He would buy her the freshest meats at the market, the most flavorful roots, and spices. Perhaps that would make her happy.
After filling their bellies, they trained. In the back of his mind, Devix knew that she didn’t need to train. Not anymore. He swore to himself that he would protect her…always. No harm would ever come to her as long as he was with her.
But the more rational part of him said that training her would be for the best. He was an infamous mercenary. He’d made enemies working for Sarkon. It would only benefit her if she knew how to defend herself. Or at least, how to create an opportunity for escape.
So they trained hard and only got distracted twice, when they pleasured each other on the floor of the training quarters, sweaty and, in Devix’s case, slightly bloody since his speedy female had managed to slice him in the thigh with her blade…something that horrified her, but made him elated.
It meant she was learning. And Devix knew from his extensive experience that one only needed a single opportunity to fell an opponent.
After three training sessions, with ‘breaks’ in between, they retired to the command center, where they’d spent every night. His luxiva lounged in his lap, watching the stars outside, quiet and tired from their strenuous activities from the span. Nothing had ever filled Devix with more happiness, simply sitting with her, touching her, kissing her.
It was a happiness he would never be able to willingly let go. She was a happiness he would kill to protect at all costs.
After he carefully carried his sleeping mate back to their quarters—because they would never be sleeping apart again—he returned to the command center. Checking his Coms, he saw they were on schedule for an early arrival into Rozun. It would mark the fifth span of their journey, which meant he would have one more to prepare before Sarkon would begin to realize he’d been betrayed by his ‘loyal’ mercenary.
His only loyalty now was to his female, to Cara, and whatever life they could build together.
Or maybe there would be no life at all, he couldn’t help but think. Because if Cara asked it of him…he would find a way to return her to Earth. He would do everything in his power to convince her otherwise, to convince her to stay with him. But he would never be able to live with the guilt, knowing he’d taken yet another choice from her.
He wanted to do the right thing. He wanted to be the just, honorable male he’d been as a warrior once.
And he was slowly coming to the realization that he would do anything to ensure his female’s happiness.
Even if it meant she decided to leave him.
It was a choice only she could make, Devix thought, grim.
But he wouldn’t steal her choice away. Not again.